Luyện nghe bài hát Somnium Obmutum

Aumquam orem obliviscor de ea somniare non cassavi.
Sed quod et desiderandios illa somnia sunt ea major tristia mea cum expergiscor.
Tamen desiderio noctes illam dulces sed dolorosas, ut regno somnii amorem meum osculis tegere et suun capillium aureum permulcere.
Conamen meae mentis spem interiret per scientia oprimeta.
Devoratus per somnium obmutitum, plenus desiderio.

As the nightingales' melodious pain, dies away through the dusk-impregnated air a sweet, forgiving silence, delivers me from daily despair.

Dreams of sweetest emotion touch my heart and smother my daily surpresses cries, while a vision of beauty, pure and inspires me with a glimpse of paradise.

Wandering like a vagabund, expelled from the joys of men. Barred from the pleasure of I solitary roam the night.

How should I ever summon my courage, when the bitter gale of failure dominates my heart. How should I ever enjoy the glare of the morning, when the fading of the shadows shelter departs.

As the moon kisses the sea and casts it's on the water and majestically silence engulfes the lands, a dream woven of bitterness, joy and desire stealthfully embraces my solitary heart.

Horis simplex
crescere, et somniator.
Repudiatur nam
ab redeor.

Through scies of charming beauty, up to the stars devine, my mind lifts up enchanted, casts of all earthly chains. Subdued by nights sensation, engulfed by sweet I kiss the seals of slumber and let my spirit dream.

Doubtful thoughts pull back my heart. The flame of chases to burn.

For every smile shall wither, the hopeful laughter fade, the cup of joys bashed from the craving lips. And as all hopes are shattered, the last of passions scattered, the gale of bitter failure is all that shall remain.

Cursed by my creator and the spark of existence, so unvoluntary bestowed. Come forth spirits of my solitary past, of havok and destruction be unleashed.

I wonder if I ever could the virtues I have cast off long ago.

I wonder if my eyes will ever catch a of the sympathy I still crave.

And all emotion of my former days dilute. For I shall learn how to live with the truth. Soon I shall strip off the of hope.

For a soul.

Der Vergnugungen mude, der Tag voller qualvollem frust.

Wann mag der einst wohlvertraut friede, endlich erfullen die Brust. Und als der guldnen Sterne Glanz verging und des
Morgens Rot am Himmel hing da ward des Nachtens Freud und Bluck zerstoben ein jamervoller Tag erhoben.

Wohin verflogen der Stunden Zeit des Nachts verhullnd Barmherzigkeit.

So flieht Sinn dem Bimmel bleich in Trubsinn schwer an Kummer reich.