Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

Priviti sint gol, caci 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 vrura sa va-ndrume mai bine
Spre-acel indepartat
In armoniile dintr-un sfirsit si-un infinit.

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

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

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

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la artei viitoare!

[English Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

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

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

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

Behold, I am now, as I've trodden a long way
Where been encountering, one by one, all those,
- who to sell jewels, that cannot be sold...
- who wanted to lead the towards "better times"
towards that horizon...
...within the eternal harmony end and infinity...

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

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

Come now, let me set ablaze the torches in your soul
Its and the spell of new magiks,
And those chants, you're 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...