Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

Priviti gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de lunga
calea mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti
Citi sa va vinda podoabe noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce vrura sa spre mai bine
indepartat intrezarit
In armoniile eterne dintr-un sfirsit 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 jurul meu
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre care nu-s
castele cu punti si santuri
Nici ruginite porti la care bat cei noi sositi
cu toti cit mai e vreme si mai puteti cinta!

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

Dar a ramas inchisa la glasul artei viitoare!

[English Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

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

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

..."Where I from? Where could I come from,
when my eyes, 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 been encountering, one by one, all those,
- who wanted to sell jewels, 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 from the world beyond horizons
from the world, where no one of you has been before!!!"

So open up the gates, gather all 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, time's not up and you still may chant

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

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