Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

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

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

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

Veniti, sa V-aprind in lumina stinselor faclii
Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si noilor magii
Iar voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la artei viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of Art]

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

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

..."Where I come from? Where 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 a long way
Where I've encountering, one by one, all those,
- who to sell jewels, that cannot be sold...
- who to lead the world towards "better times"
towards that horizon...
...within the eternal between end and infinity...

"Where do I come from? I come from the world beyond
from the world, where no one of you has been 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
yet, while time's not up and you still may chant

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 bread
I put together with the glowing of 'morrow's aurorae...

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