Luyện nghe bài hát Somnium Obmutum

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

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

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

Wandering like a vagabund, expelled from the joys of men. Barred from the of company 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, with the fading of the shadows shelter departs.

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

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

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

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

For every smile shall wither, the hopeful laughter fade, the cup of joys illusions bashed from the craving lips. And as all hopes are shattered, the 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, emotions of havok and be unleashed.

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

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

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

For a soul.

Der fluchtig Vergnugungen mude, der Tag voller frust.

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

verflogen der Stunden Zeit wohin des Nachts verhullnd Barmherzigkeit.

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