Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

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

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

Deschideti poarta dar, in jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna lumea-n care nu-s
cu punti si santuri feudale
Nici ruginite porti la care bat cei noi sositi
cu toti cit mai e vreme si mai puteti 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 cunun cu aurorelor de miine

Dar a ramas inchisa la glasul artei viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's

Oh, stranger, knocking on the portal
Who are you, and are you from?
Oh, to our world
Answer, where do you 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,
when my eyes, full of and regrets,
look two candles glowing
in the of the dead poets!!!"

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

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

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

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

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