Glasul Artei Viitoare (исполнитель: Agathodaimon)
Strainule ce bati la poarta de unde vii si cine esti? Strainule de lumea noastra, raspunde-ne de unde vii, Prin care lumi traisi [bad word] nepovestitelor povesti Si-n care stea gasisi culoarea decoloratei nebunii? "De unde vin? De unde pot veni, cind ochii-mi plini de regrete si tristeti par 2 candele-aprinse in cripta mortilor poeti?" Priviti sint gol, caci calea-mi fuse-atit de lunga Si-n calea mea-ntilnii pe rind pe toti Citi [bad word] sa va vinda podoabe noi ce nu se vind Pe cei ce [bad word] sa [bad word] spre mai bine Spre-acel indepartat intrezarit In armoniile eterne dintr-un sfirsit si-un infinit. "De unde vin? Eu vin din lumea creata dincolo de zare Din lumea-n care n-a fost nimeni din voi" Deschideti poarta dar, veniti in [bad word] meu degraba Porniti cu mine-mpreuna spre lumea-n care nu-s castele cu punti si santuri feudale [bad word] porti de-arama la care bat cei noi sositi Veniti cu toti cit mai e vreme si mai puteti cinta! Veniti, sa V-aprind in suflet lumina stinselor faclii Si-n versuri fantasmagoria si vraja noilor magii Iar cinturile voastre cu care azi cersiti o piine Sa le cunun cu stralucirea aurorelor de miine Dar poarta a ramas inchisa la glasul artei viitoare! [English translate: Chant Of 'Morrow's Art] Oh, stranger, who's knocking on the portal Who are you, and where are you from? Oh, stranger to our world Answer, where do [bad word] from? Where have you been living the nightmare Of these untold stories...? And in which star have you finally found The colour of our faded madness? ..."Where [bad word] from? Where could [bad word] from, when my eyes, full of sadness and regrets, look like two candles glowing in the crypt of the dead poets!!!" Behold, naked I am now, as I've trodden a long way Where I've been encountering, one by one, all those, - who wanted to sell jewels, that cannot be sold... - who wanted to lead the world towards "better times" towards that distant horizon... ...within the eternal harmony between end and infinity... "Where do [bad word] from? [bad word] from the world beyond horizons from the world, where no one of you has ever been before!!!" So open up the gates, gather all around me And we'll walk together towards the world Where no castles and bridges exist, nor feudal ditches... Nor corroded bronze porches, which [bad word] knock at Arrive yet, while time's not up and you still may chant [bad word] now, let me set ablaze the xtinguished torches in your soul Its phantasmagoria and the spell of new magiks, And those chants, you're begging today for bread with I shall put together with the glowing of 'morrow's aurorae... Though, the gates are still closed to the chant of 'future art...