Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

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

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

Deschideti poarta dar, in jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care
cu punti si santuri feudale
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 suflet lumina faclii
Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si noilor magii
Iar voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cunun cu aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a ramas la glasul artei viitoare!

[English Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

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

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

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

Behold, naked I am now, as trodden a long way
Where been 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 beyond horizons
from the world, no one of you has ever been before!!!"

So up the gates, gather 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, time's not up and you still may chant

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

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