Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

sint gol, caci calea-mi 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 sa va-ndrume spre mai bine
Spre-acel intrezarit
In armoniile eterne dintr-un sfirsit infinit.

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

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

Veniti, sa in suflet lumina stinselor faclii
Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor
Iar cinturile 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, knocking on the portal
Who are you, and are you from?
Oh, stranger to our
Answer, do you come from?

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

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

Behold, naked I am now, as I've a long way
Where been encountering, one by one, all those,
- who wanted to sell jewels, that be sold...
- who wanted to the world towards "better times"
that distant horizon...
...within the eternal between end and infinity...

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

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

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

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