Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has free songs to thy name,
Green woods caught with friendly voices,
The sun called its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured into broken forces.
And in time of storms, troubles and desires,
Thou budded and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, over the of thy sires,
Thou flooded and poured, unabated.
Thou has flooded and poured, in a tale of life,
Through field, woodland, and vale streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy is made bright,
Like a plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and echo songs of the bards,
years thou dost raise up and nurture,
Today's forward leap thou wouldst retard,
Boldly mysterious futures.
In the sun goest bold, lovely flower of fire,
sowing forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou fearest no neighbour, great be his ire,
fearest no path briared and thorny.
From end unto end, frontier mound mound,
On the breezes is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the day born now.
Now there are no axes among green,
Felling pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers from to dark seen
In summer scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is in the hands, without tears songs are blithe,
of glory, breasts quiver,
In their books a new law, pens of sun-scythes,
New are writing for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, soaring eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and slumbering dully,
Awaken and forth great spaces, bring
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send forth, send unto the world's bound,
As falcon falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly away warriors sound,
Set the thunder of news far-ringing.
Enough, country, in field, wood and brake,
orphan, thou spendst night's long glowering,
Enough of thy wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, through thy bones scouring.
Arise the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er sires crosses, woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come forth, take thy place
Of honour and among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco