Luyện nghe bài hát Stindardul Blasfemiei

Trei cruci de lemn, trei enorme de lemn
cu trei culori, pazesc pe marginea soselei
celor... crediciosi!

Trei pe marginea soselei cu gesturi largi de miini bolnave
Opresc din drum pe si parca-s trei spinzuratori
De atirna trei crisosi...

Intr-o zi impinsi de-acelasi funerar
Ca dou-armate una-n fata alteia
Cumintii cu nebunii
Copiii mortilor de miine cu parintii...

"Si-armatele-ncepura lupta la umbra crucilor de
Deoparte flutura credintei... alb... curat..."

...ca cel curat, al florilor de nufar
Iar tricolorul nebuniei, inchis cu grija-n cite-in
De omenesc...
Sta sa se desfasoare la cea dintii ingenuncheare
A domnesc...

Insa-n ziu-aceea innegrit de fum parea
Un de catedrala ce se naruia
"Iar fumul din clopotnitele-aprinse albastrul:"
Drumul fum, mai greu, mai negru si-albastrul
se-nnegrea...

Si-n ziu-aceea cerul de fum parea
Un tavan de ce se naruia

Si multimea-nspaimintata, clopotnitele-aprinse
grupuri, grupuri, cei cuminti privesc plingind
Pling ca resturile armate-nvinse, iar nebunul sta deoparte
Si ... fredonind:
!!!
"Iar tricolorul adapostea pe-nvingatori!!!"

English translate: Of Blasphemy

Three crosses
Three crosses of wood
Painted with three
On the margin of the
Guarding the fountain of the
Three
On the of the road
gestures made by morbid hands
They hinder wanderers passing
three gallows on holy lands
Where three are hanging...

by a funeral stir
On a sky, so blur
two armies enticed to war
The mad have fallen the brave
The children of 'morrows
Their had met

In the shade of the wooden
The armies began their
Aside... the banner of flattered
White and
Like the cleanest white men have

And the flag of madness
embedded in each human skull
Was ready to unfold at the
of the royal white

On the day, blackened by fumes
The heavens to be the ceiling
Of a cathedral, bleeding

And the of the burning steeples
Opened in the blue
The way of another
Blacker, heavier, and the
Has black, too

So the people
to the burning steeples
The brave behold crying
the remnants of a defeated army

And the madmen aside
and humming: Blasphemy
And the tricolor of madness was
The conquerors!