Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

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

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

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

Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina faclii
Si-n versuri si vraja noilor magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi 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 on the portal
Who are you, and are you from?
Oh, stranger to our
Answer, where do you from?

Where you been living the nightmare
Of untold stories...?
And in which star you finally found
The colour of our faded

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

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

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

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

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

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