Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry Reading by Genqui Numata

(to a person a staircase)

Rie Iizuka

keitaro: eto wa
boku-tachi
ga
irun desukedomo, mo, e...
guest wo o-mukae
orimasu.
e... no kata desu.
hodo utsutteta utsukushii
kono e mo kare no
sakuhin nan ga
idai naru de ari
de aru
numata san desu.

oss! oss!
desu.
kyô wa no
shi wo rôdoku
itadakimasu.
pizzicato ni
sasagemasu.
wo kakeoriru hito.

kaidan wo kakeoriru yo
hitai ni ase wo
metsuki de
kaidan no ue wo no yô ni
hito
haru no chikadô wa hokori no
namanurui ga fukiagete kuru
wo tamotte
wo tamotte
tan tan to wo
ike
naname ni building wo

inu wo
wo kettobashi
kippu uriba hayaashi da

itsumo ashi ga no mono to wa

rhythm wo
rhythm wo
toki
soko ni to
ashi no motsure atta
ni yawaraka na
ga aru no da
ashi ga wo hanarete
itte no ka wakaranai
sore shinzô hossa no
yô na ga aru no ka wakaranai

wa

rhythm wa ni

hayakunatta rhythm wa no
furue to shihajimeru
itsumo wa
ni yôi sarete iru no da
ore ra wa
nan nan da?
oira wa
nan da?
kansetu wo
mashi wo
na no ka?
irotsuke wo yô na
ni
koe na no ka?
kihaku na de
no
sono na no ka?
kiete iku kage
koe
no koe
rhythm wo
rhythm wo
ni
ni
shitashiki yo
ashi yo
saa ensoku ni
na toki ga
sugite
shizuka ni ga
akete
jaa

keitaro: well,
as we have
a guest.
a wonderful
has to come here today.
an artist.
the you saw
on the
are his.
please a big
to a great
and a great
and gentlemen, mr genqui numata.

hi, y'all.
my name is numata.
i will

a poem.
i dedicate this
to five.
to a descending a staircase.

hey you, who are this staircase
with sweat on brow
of going down you let your gaze
glide the stairs like a shadow.
yes, you.
this underpass in smells of dust
and a breeze blows by.
keep up rhythm
keep up rhythm
and climb down stairs
as if life depended on that.
pass by that building
the dogs away
kick the too
and go to the ticket counter.

are
beings.
keep up rhythm
up your rhythm
and you can't take it anymore
your body
and your have reached their limit
at that
a fall will ensue.
you as if
your legs off your body
or maybe a pause
a heart attack
but you don't what it is.

you
know.
you
up speed
and as you up your legs
and your lips start to resonate.
the fall comes at the moment
and it easier.
and you ask
who are we?
who am i
al?
your joints
am i but
a work of art?
am i but
a voice sounding
accross sky
so it looks like it's been dyed?
am i but
the of
this fall thin air?
that melts away
voice that dies
from the subway
keep up your
keep up rhythm
with
flair
hey you, legs,
hey you, my legs
go on a stroll
as the time goes by
the city
itself.
goodbye.