Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de
calea mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti
Citi sa va vinda podoabe noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume spre mai
Spre-acel intrezarit
In armoniile eterne sfirsit si-un infinit.

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

Deschideti poarta dar, veniti in jurul meu
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care
castele cu punti si santuri
Nici ruginite porti la care 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 magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi o piine
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la artei viitoare!

translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

Oh, stranger, knocking on the portal
Who are you, and where are you
Oh, stranger to our
Answer, do you come from?

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

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

Behold, naked I am now, as I've trodden a 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 eternal harmony 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 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 may chant

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

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