Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi de lunga
calea mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti
Citi vrura sa va vinda noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce vrura sa spre mai bine
Spre-acel intrezarit
In armoniile eterne dintr-un sfirsit infinit.

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

Deschideti dar, veniti in jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna lumea-n care nu-s
castele cu punti si feudale
Nici ruginite 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 magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea de miine

Dar a ramas inchisa la glasul artei viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's

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

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

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

Behold, naked I am now, as trodden a long way
I've been 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 come from? I come the world beyond horizons
from the world, no one of you has ever been before!!!"

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

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

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