Luyện nghe bài hát Somnium Obmutum

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

As the lorn nightingales' melodious pain, dies away through the dusk-impregnated air a sweet, forgiving silence, delivers me 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 company I solitary 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 silence engulfes the lands, a dream woven of bitterness, joy and desire stealthfully embraces my solitary heart.

Horis lucis
crescere, et somniator.
nam sensus
ab redeor.

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

Doubtful thoughts pull my heart. The flame 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 last of passions scattered, the gale of bitter failure is all shall remain.

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

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

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

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

For a soul.

Der fluchtig Vergnugungen mude, der Tag voller frust.

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

Wohin verflogen der Stunden Zeit wohin des verhullnd Barmherzigkeit.

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