Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine
de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii,
Prin care lumi traisi nepovestitelor povesti
Si-n care stea gasisi decoloratei nebunii?

"De vin? De unde pot veni, cind ochii-mi
plini de regrete si par 2 candele-aprinse
in mortilor poeti?"

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de
Si-n mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti
Citi vrura sa va vinda noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume mai bine
Spre-acel intrezarit
In armoniile eterne dintr-un sfirsit infinit.

"De unde vin? Eu vin din creata dincolo de zare
Din lumea-n care n-a fost din voi"

Deschideti poarta dar, in jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n nu-s
castele cu punti si santuri
Nici ruginite de-arama la care bat cei noi sositi
Veniti cu toti cit mai e si mai puteti cinta!

Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet stinselor faclii
Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor
Iar cinturile cu care azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea de miine

Dar poarta a ramas la glasul artei viitoare!

[English Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

Oh, stranger, who's on the portal
Who are you, and where are you
Oh, to our world
Answer, do you come from?

Where have you been the nightmare
Of these stories...?
And in which star have you found
The colour of our faded

..."Where I from? Where could I come from,
when my eyes, full of and regrets,
look like two candles
in the of the dead poets!!!"

Behold, naked I am now, as I've trodden a way
Where I've encountering, one by one, all those,
- who wanted to sell jewels, cannot be sold...
- who wanted to lead the towards "better times"
that distant horizon...
...within the eternal between end and infinity...

"Where do I come from? I from the world beyond horizons
from the world, no one of you has ever been before!!!"

So open up the gates, gather all me
And we'll walk together towards the
Where no and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches...
Nor corroded bronze porches, which newcomers at
Arrive yet, time's not up and you still may chant

Come now, let me set ablaze the xtinguished torches in your
Its and the spell of new magiks,
And chants, you're begging today for bread with
I shall put together with the glowing of aurorae...

Though, the gates are still to the chant of 'future art...