Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

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

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

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de
Si-n calea pe rind pe toti
Citi vrura sa va vinda podoabe noi ce nu se
Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume mai bine
Spre-acel indepartat
In eterne dintr-un sfirsit si-un infinit.

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

Deschideti poarta dar, in jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care
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 V-aprind in suflet stinselor faclii
Si-n fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii
Iar voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de

Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la artei viitoare!

translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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