Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Earth Us]

to you I now descend, oh you, souls.
and to purge sorrow, you forlorn spirits,
the curse I invoke
the misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
with iron burnt in

in will pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
in eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued
by putrid blood died
can I ever chose from your exhausted entity
no fires free from dying, no undeceiving
oh, you men walking

see, how now burst, the ashes resurrect
alike the past, which with the battle-cry
of the roman
see the far-off shadows, dress in steely armour
and their noble foreheads that gone grey
great traian and cesar

the rotten are crumbling swept by tempests waters
the iron scepters, the heavy chain of slaves
together are now
the gates of the inferno outrageously
engulfing now by thousands the filthy, breaths
of tyrants grim who

oh, visionary minds, who set the stars to sing...
who create another on this realms of mud and grime
fools and wise, and old, sound, soul and light
all is dust, the like this, and so we all are