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...