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 traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti
Si-n care gasisi culoarea decoloratei nebunii?

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

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

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

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

Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina faclii
Si-n fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi o piine
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la glasul viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's

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

Where have you been living the
Of these stories...?
And in star have you finally found
The of our faded madness?

..."Where I come from? Where I come from,
when my eyes, of sadness and regrets,
look two candles glowing
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 sell jewels, cannot be sold...
- who wanted to the world towards "better times"
towards distant horizon...
...within the harmony between end and infinity...

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

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

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

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