Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

sint gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de lunga
Si-n calea mea-ntilnii pe pe toti
Citi vrura sa va podoabe noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume spre mai
Spre-acel indepartat
In armoniile eterne dintr-un 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, veniti in meu degraba
cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care nu-s
castele cu punti si santuri
ruginite porti de-arama 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 voastre cu care azi cersiti o
Sa le cunun cu aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la artei viitoare!

[English translate: Of 'Morrow's Art]

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

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

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

Behold, naked I am now, as I've a long way
Where I've 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 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 corroded bronze porches, which knock at
Arrive yet, while not up and you still may chant

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

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