Luyện nghe bài hát Ne Cheama Pamintul

[English translate: Earth Us]

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

in vain will pride be seethed in dried up and scorched
in eyeballs, on foreheads purple-hued
by blood that died
what can I ever chose from your exhausted
no free from dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you dead men

see, how urns now burst, the resurrect
alike the past, which murmurs the battle-cry
of the roman
see the far-off shadows, they dress in armour
and raise their noble foreheads gone grey
great traian and great

the rotten thrones are crumbling swept by waters
the rulers iron scepters, the heavy chain of
together are now
the gates of the outrageously wide-opened
engulfing now by the filthy, depraved breaths
of tyrants grim who

oh, visionary minds, who set the stars to sing...
who create another world on 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