Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la artei viitoare!

translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

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

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

..."Where I come from? Where I come from,
when my eyes, full of and regrets,
look like two glowing
in the of the dead 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, that be sold...
- who wanted to the world towards "better times"
towards distant horizon...
...within the eternal between end and infinity...

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

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

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

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