Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamîntul

La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite
Si ca sa va ard fierea, o,
Blestemul l
Blestemul mizantropic, cu vnata lui
Ca sa va scriu pe frunte, ce se-nfiara
Cu ars n foc...

O, fiarba-va n vinele stocite,
n ochii stinsi de moarte, pe nvinetite
De snge
Ce am de-alege oare n seaca-va
Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept sa-mi minta
O, morti de vii

Vedeti cum urna, cenusa renvie
Cum murmura cu glas de batalie
Roman
Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu zale
Si carunte le-nalta de departe
Un Cesar, un

Cad putredele n marea de urgie
Se sfarma cu lantul de sclavie
Si sceptrele de
n doua Infernul portalele-si deschide
cu mia rasufletele hde
Tiranilor ce

O, firi vizionare
Ce faceati (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) sa cnte(zboare)
Ce creati o alta lume pe asta lume de
(Noi reducem tot la pravul, azi in noi in ruina,)
si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina
Toate-s praf, lumea-I cum este... si ca dnsa noi.

Si singur stau si caut, ca uliul cata
n inima-omenirii de dezbracata
Un strv sfsia...

[English translation: Earth Us]

To you I now descend, oh you, souls.
And to your sorrow, you forlorn spirits,
The curse I shall
The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, claws
To carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
With iron in fire

In will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
In death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued
By putrid that died
can I ever chose from your exhausted entity
No fires from dying, no undeceiving right
Oh, you dead men

See, how now burst, the ashes resurrect
Alike the past, which with the battle-cry
Of the roman
See the far-off shadows, they dress in armour
And raise their noble foreheads that gone
Great traian and great

The rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters
The rulers iron scepters, the heavy of slaves
are now crushed
The gates of the inferno outrageously
Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths
Of tyrants who perish

Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the to sing...
Who create another world on realms of mud and grime
Fools and wise, young and old, sound, soul and
All is dust, the like this, and so we all are