Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

Strainule ce la poarta de unde vii si cine esti?
Strainule de noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii,
Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul povesti
Si-n care gasisi culoarea decoloratei nebunii?

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

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

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

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

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

Dar poarta a ramas la glasul artei viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's

Oh, stranger, knocking on the portal
Who are you, and where are you
Oh, to our world
Answer, where do you from?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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