翻訳をお願い致します！
Lights flushed down from behind, framing their black visages with poetry. Delila, when she wasn’t eyeing her guitar or shaking her black mane, stared intensely and unwaveringly out into the audience. And said hair stuck to her face from sweat like black rivers, her cheekbones shining blue in the light.
Before their last number, Edgey shook out an Amstel Light on the stage and then, while playing, climbed onto the bass drum, which sighed a little under his black boots. Suspended like some secular angel in the background above Delila, he stood there for several minutes while the audience jumped and scrambled to take pictures. The final song turned into an improv showdown between Delila and Edgey on their guitars. Both at separate moments climbed off the stage to play from the audience, who grabbed at them lovingly and took pictures.
It was like witnessing a birth. Maybe to the new self, the one that came from watching this show. This superbly talented act brings back rock ideals that feel almost nonexistent in the current market, and it is a welcome relief. They are sure to be a dynamic presence and force of change on the world stage.
お礼
ありがとうございました。