Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

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

"De unde vin? Eu vin din lumea 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 nu-s
castele cu si santuri feudale
Nici ruginite porti la care 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 cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine

Dar a ramas inchisa la glasul artei 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, where do you from?

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

..."Where I come from? Where 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 I've encountering, one by one, all those,
- who wanted to sell jewels, that be sold...
- who wanted to the world towards "better times"
towards distant horizon...
...within the eternal between end and infinity...

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

So up the gates, gather all around me
And we'll walk together the world
Where no and bridges exist, nor feudal 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 chants, you're begging today for bread with
I shall put together with the glowing of aurorae...

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