Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine
Strainule de lumea noastra, de unde vii,
care lumi traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti
Si-n care stea culoarea decoloratei nebunii?

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

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

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

Deschideti poarta dar, in jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu spre lumea-n care nu-s
castele cu punti si feudale
Nici ruginite 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 vraja magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi o piine
Sa le cunun cu aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a ramas la glasul artei viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's

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

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

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

Behold, I am now, as I've trodden a long way
Where been encountering, one by one, all those,
- who wanted to sell jewels, that be sold...
- who to lead the world towards "better times"
that distant horizon...
...within the harmony between end and infinity...

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

So open up the gates, gather all me
And we'll walk together the world
no castles and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches...
Nor corroded bronze porches, which knock 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, begging today for bread with
I put together with the glowing of 'morrow's aurorae...

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