Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry Reading by Genqui Numata

(to a person a staircase)

Rie Iizuka

keitaro: eto wa
itsumo
ga
irun desukedomo, mo, e...
subarashii wo o-mukae
orimasu.
e... geijutsu-ka no desu.
saki hodo utsutteta
kono e mo kare no
sakuhin nan ga
naru shijin 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
suberu
haru no wa hokori no nioi
kaze ga fukiagete kuru
rhythm wo
rhythm wo
tan tan to wo
ike
naname ni taorekakaru 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
shimau no ka wakaranai
sore tomo hossa no
yô na ga aru no ka wakaranai

wa

rhythm wa ni

hayakunatta rhythm wa no
furue to kyômei
itsumo wa
shunkan ni 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?
iku hito kage
koe
no koe
rhythm wo
rhythm wo
ni
ni
shitashiki yo
tooi yo
saa ensoku ni
shizuka na ga
yuku
shizuka ni ga
yuku
jaa

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

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

a poem.
i dedicate poem
to five.
to a person a staircase.

hey you, who are descending this
with sweat on your
afraid of going down you let your
down the stairs like a shadow.
yes, you.
this underpass in springtime of dust
and a breeze blows by.
keep up your
keep up your
and climb down those
as if your life on that.
by that leaning building
kick the dogs
kick the too
and go fast to the counter.

are
beings.
keep up your
up your rhythm
and you can't take it anymore
when your
and your have reached their limit
at time
a fall will ensue.
you as if
your legs fell off your
or there's a pause
a heart attack
but you know what it is.

you
know.
you
gather up
and as you speed up your
and your trembling lips to resonate.
the fall at the last moment
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 sounding away
accross sky
so blue it looks like it's dyed?
am i but
the of
fall through thin air?
shadow that away
voice that dies
from the subway
keep up your
up your rhythm
grace
with
hey you, legs,
hey you, my legs
go on a stroll
as the silent time by
the silently
itself.
goodbye.