Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

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

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

Deschideti poarta dar, in jurul meu degraba
cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care nu-s
castele cu punti si feudale
Nici ruginite porti la care bat cei noi sositi
Veniti cu toti cit mai e si mai puteti cinta!

Veniti, sa in suflet lumina stinselor faclii
Si-n versuri si vraja noilor magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cunun cu aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a inchisa la glasul artei viitoare!

[English Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

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

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

..."Where I come from? Where could I from,
when my eyes, full of 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 wanted to sell jewels, that be sold...
- who wanted to lead the towards "better times"
towards that horizon...
...within the eternal harmony 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 open up the gates, gather all me
And we'll walk towards the world
no castles and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches...
Nor corroded porches, which newcomers knock at
Arrive yet, time's not up and you still may chant

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

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