Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry Reading by Genqui Numata

(to a descending a staircase)

Rie Iizuka

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

oss! oss!
desu.
kyô wa no
shi wo rôdoku
itadakimasu.
five ni
sasagemasu.
kaidan wo hito.

kaidan wo kakeoriru yo
hitai ni ase wo
obiekitte de
kaidan no ue wo no yô ni
suberu
haru no wa hokori no nioi
namanurui kaze ga fukiagete
rhythm wo
rhythm wo
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
wo tamochi
tamochikirenakunatta
soko ni to
ashi no atta toki
ni yawaraka na
ga aru no da
ashi ga karada wo
itte no ka wakaranai
sore tomo shinzô no
yô na teishi ga aru no ka

wa

rhythm wa ni

hayakunatta wa kuchibiru no
furue to kyômei
rakka wa
shunkan ni sarete iru no da
ore ra wa
nan nan da?
oira wa
nan da?
kansetu wo
wo haizurimawaru
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
shizuka na ga
yuku
shizuka ni ga
akete
jaa

keitaro: well,
as we have
a guest.
a guest
has agreed to 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 person a staircase.

hey you, who are descending this
sweat on your brow
afraid of down you let your gaze
glide down the like a shadow.
yes, you.
this underpass in springtime of dust
and a lukewarm blows by.
up your rhythm
keep up your
and climb those stairs
as if your depended on that.
pass by that building
the dogs away
kick the too
and go fast to the counter.

are
beings.
keep up your
up your rhythm
and when you can't it anymore
when body
and your legs have their limit
at that
a fall will ensue.
you as if
your fell off your body
or maybe there's a
like a attack
but you don't what it is.

you
know.
you
gather up
and as you up your legs
and trembling lips start to resonate.
the fall comes at the last
and it easier.
and you ask
who are we?
who am i
al?
your joints
am i but
a crawling of art?
am i but
a voice sounding
this sky
so blue it like it's been dyed?
am i but
the of
fall through thin air?
shadow that away
voice dies away
voice from the
up your rhythm
keep up rhythm
with
with
hey you, legs,
hey you, my distant
go on a stroll
as the silent goes by
the city
itself.
goodbye.