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 cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti
Si-n care stea culoarea decoloratei nebunii?

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

Priviti sint gol, caci fuse-atit de lunga
Si-n calea mea-ntilnii pe pe toti
vrura sa va vinda podoabe noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce vrura sa spre mai bine
indepartat intrezarit
In armoniile dintr-un sfirsit si-un infinit.

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

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

Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet stinselor faclii
versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o
Sa le cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a ramas la glasul 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 you been living the nightmare
Of these stories...?
And in which star have you finally
The of our faded madness?

..."Where I from? Where could I come from,
my eyes, full of sadness and regrets,
look like two glowing
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 the world towards "better times"
towards distant horizon...
...within the eternal harmony end and infinity...

"Where do I from? I come 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 together towards the world
no castles and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches...
Nor corroded bronze porches, which knock at
yet, while time's not up and you still may chant

Come now, let me set the xtinguished torches in your soul
Its phantasmagoria and the of new magiks,
And those chants, begging today for bread with
I shall put together with the glowing of aurorae...

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