Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has sung free to thy name,
Green caught them with friendly voices,
The sun with its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured into broken forces.
And in time of storms, and mighty desires,
Thou hast 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 flower-copses thy is made bright,
a swan' plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and with songs of the bards,
Long-past years thou dost up and nurture,
Today's forward leap wouldst never retard,
Boldly mysterious futures.
In the sun goest bold, lovely flower of fire,
sowing forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou fearest no neighbour, though be his ire,
Thou fearest no briared and thorny.
From end unto end, mound unto mound,
On the breezes is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the better day now.
Now are no axes among forests green,
young pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no from dawn to dark seen
In summer scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, tears songs are blithe,
Desirous of glory, quiver,
In their books a new law, with of sun-scythes,
New are writing for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, soaring eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and slumbering dully,
Awaken and forth into great spaces,
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send unto the bound,
As falcon from winging.
Let them fly, fly away unto sound,
Set the of good news far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou spendst long glowering,
of thy heart's-blood wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, through thy bones scouring.
Arise from the depths, of falcon-born race,
O'er sires crosses, woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, thy place
Of and fame among nations.

Sent by Andr Pereira da Silva Branco