Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has sung songs to thy name,
Green woods caught with friendly voices,
The sun called its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured faith broken forces.
And in time of storms, and mighty desires,
Thou budded and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, the land of thy sires,
Thou hast and poured, unabated.
Thou has flooded and poured, in a bright of life,
field, woodland, hill and vale streaming...
From thy native thy crown is made bright,
a swan' plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and echo songs of the bards,
Long-past thou dost raise up and nurture,
Today's leap thou wouldst never retard,
facing mysterious futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, lovely of fire,
Gently forth dreams, gold-adornd;
fearest no neighbour, though great be his ire,
Thou no path briared and thorny.
From end end, frontier mound unto mound,
On the renewal is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, without or bound,
Mother-joy for the better day now.
Now there are no among forests green,
Felling young pine-trees in winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to seen
In summer with 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, upon eagle's wing,
Souls, and thoughts slumbering dully,
Awaken and forth into spaces, bring
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send unto the bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly away warriors sound,
Set the thunder of good far-ringing.
Enough, country, in field, wood and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou night's long glowering,
of thy heart's-blood wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, thy bare bones scouring.
Arise the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, take thy
Of honour and fame nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva