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 traisi cosmarul nepovestitelor povesti
Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei

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

Priviti gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de lunga
Si-n mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti
Citi vrura sa va podoabe noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce sa va-ndrume spre mai bine
indepartat intrezarit
In armoniile eterne dintr-un si-un 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 spre care nu-s
castele cu si santuri feudale
Nici ruginite porti de-arama la bat cei noi sositi
Veniti cu toti cit mai e si mai puteti cinta!

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

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la glasul viitoare!

[English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's

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

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

..."Where I from? Where could I come from,
when my eyes, of sadness and regrets,
look like two glowing
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 jewels, that cannot be sold...
- who wanted to the world towards "better times"
towards distant horizon...
...within the harmony between end and infinity...

"Where do I come from? I from 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 walk together towards the
Where no castles and exist, nor feudal ditches...
Nor bronze porches, which newcomers knock at
Arrive yet, while time's not up and you may chant

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

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