Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The wind has sung free songs to thy name,
Green woods them with friendly voices,
The sun with its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured into broken forces.
And in of storms, troubles and mighty desires,
hast budded and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, the land of thy sires,
Thou flooded and poured, unabated.
has flooded and poured, in a bright tale of life,
Through field, woodland, hill and streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy is made bright,
a swan' plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost and echo with songs of the bards,
Long-past years dost raise up and nurture,
Today's forward leap wouldst never retard,
facing mysterious futures.
In the sun goest bold, lovely flower of fire,
sowing forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou no neighbour, though great be his ire,
Thou fearest no path and thorny.
From end unto end, frontier unto mound,
On the breezes is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, without or bound,
Mother-joy for the day born now.
Now there are no among forests green,
Felling pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no from dawn to dark seen
In with scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, without tears are blithe,
Desirous of glory, quiver,
In their books a new law, pens of sun-scythes,
New people are for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, soaring upon wing,
Souls, and thoughts slumbering dully,
Awaken and into great spaces, bring
Strength by the unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send the world's bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let fly, fly away unto warriors sound,
Set the of good news far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou night's long glowering,
Enough of thy heart's-blood wrong as a snake,
And cold winds blew, through thy bare scouring.
Arise from the depths, thou of race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, take thy
Of honour and fame nations.

Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco