Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

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

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

Deschideti poarta dar, in jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre care nu-s
castele cu punti si feudale
Nici ruginite porti 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 voastre cu care azi cersiti o
Sa le cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine

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, stranger to our
Answer, where do you from?

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

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

Behold, naked I am now, as I've a long way
I've been encountering, one by one, all those,
- who wanted to sell jewels, 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
the world, where no one of you has ever been before!!!"

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

Come now, let me set the xtinguished torches in your 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 of 'future art...