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 misanthropic curse, its sordid, purple claws
to carve your forehead, of cattlebrand
with iron in fire

in vain pride be seethed in veins dried up and scorched
in death-swallowed eyeballs, on purple-hued
by putrid that died
what can I ever chose from exhausted entity
no fires free dying, no undeceiving right
oh, you dead men

see, how urns now burst, the resurrect
alike the past, which murmurs with the
of the empire
see the far-off shadows, they in steely armour
and raise their foreheads that gone grey
great and great cesar

the rotten thrones are crumbling swept by tempests
the rulers scepters, the heavy chain of slaves
are now crushed
the gates of the outrageously wide-opened
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 this of mud and grime
fools and wise, and old, sound, soul and light
all is dust, the like this, and so we all are