Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi de lunga
Si-n calea mea-ntilnii pe 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 vin? Eu vin din lumea creata de zare
Din lumea-n care n-a nimeni din voi"

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

Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina stinselor
Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor
Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o
Sa le cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la artei viitoare!

translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

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

Where have you been living the
Of untold stories...?
And in star have you finally found
The colour of our faded

..."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 a long way
Where been encountering, one by one, all those,
- who to sell jewels, that cannot be sold...
- who wanted to lead the world "better times"
towards distant horizon...
...within the eternal between end and infinity...

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

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

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

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