Luyện nghe bài hát Glasul Artei Viitoare

Strainule ce bati la de unde vii si cine esti?
de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii,
Prin care lumi traisi cosmarul povesti
Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei

"De vin? De unde pot veni, cind ochii-mi
de regrete si tristeti par 2 candele-aprinse
in mortilor poeti?"

Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi de lunga
Si-n calea pe rind pe toti
Citi vrura sa va podoabe noi ce nu se vind
Pe cei ce vrura sa va-ndrume mai bine
Spre-acel intrezarit
In armoniile dintr-un sfirsit si-un infinit.

"De unde vin? Eu vin din lumea creata dincolo de
Din lumea-n care n-a fost din voi"

Deschideti poarta dar, in jurul meu degraba
Porniti cu spre lumea-n care nu-s
castele cu punti si santuri
ruginite porti de-arama la care bat cei noi sositi
Veniti cu cit mai e vreme si mai puteti cinta!

Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina faclii
versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii
Iar cinturile voastre cu azi cersiti o piine
Sa le cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine

Dar poarta a inchisa la glasul artei viitoare!

[English Chant Of 'Morrow's Art]

Oh, stranger, knocking on the portal
Who are you, and where are you
Oh, stranger to our
Answer, where do you from?

Where have you living the nightmare
Of these stories...?
And in which star you finally found
The colour of our madness?

..."Where I come from? Where I come from,
my eyes, full of sadness and regrets,
look like two candles
in the crypt of the poets!!!"

Behold, naked I am now, as I've a long way
I've been encountering, one by one, all those,
- who wanted to sell jewels, that be sold...
- who wanted to lead the towards "better times"
towards distant horizon...
...within the harmony between end and infinity...

"Where do I from? I come from the world beyond horizons
from the world, no one of you has ever been before!!!"

So open up the gates, all around me
And we'll walk together towards the
Where no castles and exist, nor feudal ditches...
Nor corroded porches, which newcomers knock at
Arrive yet, time's not up and you still may chant

Come now, let me set ablaze the xtinguished torches in your
Its phantasmagoria and the of new magiks,
And those chants, you're begging today for with
I shall put together with the glowing of aurorae...

Though, the are still closed to the chant of 'future art...