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 lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti
Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei

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

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi de lunga
Si-n mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti
Citi vrura sa va podoabe noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume spre mai
Spre-acel indepartat
In armoniile eterne dintr-un si-un infinit.

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

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

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

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la glasul viitoare!

translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

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 living the nightmare
Of untold stories...?
And in which have you finally found
The of our faded madness?

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

Behold, naked I am now, as trodden a long 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"
towards distant horizon...
...within the eternal harmony end and infinity...

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

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

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

Though, the gates are still closed to the chant of art...