Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi de lunga
Si-n calea pe rind pe toti
Citi vrura sa va vinda podoabe noi ce nu se
Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume spre mai
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, veniti in meu degraba
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n nu-s
castele cu punti si santuri
Nici ruginite porti la care bat cei noi sositi
Veniti cu toti cit mai e si mai puteti cinta!

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

Dar poarta a ramas la glasul artei viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's

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

Where have you living the nightmare
Of these stories...?
And in which star have you finally
The of our faded madness?

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

Behold, naked I am now, as trodden a long way
Where I've 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
from the world, where no one of you has ever before!!!"

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

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

Though, the gates are still closed to the chant of art...