La voi acuma, voi suflete-amagite Si ca sa va ard fierea, o, l invoc 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 stinsi de moarte, pe frunti nvinetite De snge Ce am oare n seaca-va fiinta? Ce foc far-a se stinge, ce drept sa-mi minta O, morti de vii
Vedeti cum crapa urna, renvie Cum murmura trecutul cu de batalie Poporului Cum umbrele se-mbraca cu ferecate Si carunte le-nalta de departe Un Cesar, un
Cad putredele tronuri n de urgie Se sfarma cu lantul de sclavie Si de fier n parti Infernul portalele-si deschide Spre-a-ncapea cu mia hde ce pier
O, firi vizionare Ce faceati (valul sa cnte, ce puneati) sa cnte(zboare) Ce o alta lume pe asta lume de noroi (Noi tot la pravul, azi in noi mani in ruina,) si genii, mic si mare, sunet, sufletul, lumina Toate-s praf, cum este... si ca dnsa sntem noi.
Si stau si caut, ca uliul care cata n inima-omenirii de dezbracata Un spre-a-l sfsia...
[English translation: Earth Us]
To you I now descend, oh you, souls. And to your sorrow, you forlorn spirits, The curse I invoke The misanthropic curse, with its sordid, purple To your forehead, instead of cattlebrand With iron burnt in
In vain will pride be seethed in veins up and scorched In death-swallowed eyeballs, on foreheads By putrid blood died What can I ever chose from exhausted entity No fires from dying, no undeceiving right Oh, you dead men
See, how urns now burst, the ashes Alike the past, which murmurs with the Of the roman See the far-off shadows, dress in steely armour And raise their foreheads that gone grey traian and great cesar
The rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters The rulers scepters, the heavy chain of slaves are now crushed The gates of the inferno wide-opened Engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths Of tyrants who perish
Oh, holy visionary minds, who set the to sing... Who create world on this realms of mud and grime Fools and wise, and old, sound, soul and light All is dust, the world's this, and so we all are