Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has sung free to thy name,
Green woods caught them friendly voices,
The sun called with its to a seed-time far-famed,
The poured faith into broken forces.
And in time of storms, and mighty desires,
hast budded and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, the land of thy sires,
Thou hast and poured, unabated.
has flooded and poured, in a bright tale of life,
Through field, woodland, and vale streaming...
thy native flower-copses thy crown is made bright,
Like a swan' plumage, gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and echo with of the bards,
Long-past thou dost raise up and nurture,
Today's forward thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly facing futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, lovely of fire,
Gently sowing dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou no neighbour, though great be his ire,
fearest no path briared and thorny.
From end unto end, frontier unto mound,
On the breezes renewal is now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the day born now.
Now there are no axes forests green,
Felling young in frosty winter,
Now are no reapers from dawn to dark seen
In summer with ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, without tears are blithe,
of glory, breasts quiver,
In books a new law, with pens of sun-scythes,
New are writing for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, upon eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and thoughts dully,
and forth into great spaces, bring
Strength by the unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send the world's bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly away unto sound,
Set the thunder of news 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, through thy bones scouring.
Arise from the depths, thou of race,
O'er sires crosses, woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, thy place
Of and fame among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva