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 with its to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured faith into 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 flooded 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 years thou raise up and nurture,
forward leap thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly facing futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, flower of fire,
Gently forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou fearest no neighbour, though be his ire,
Thou fearest no path and thorny.
From end unto end, mound unto mound,
On the breezes renewal is now,
And, embracing the soul, without or bound,
for the better day born now.
Now there are no among forests green,
Felling young pine-trees in winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to dark
In with scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, without songs are blithe,
Desirous of glory, quiver,
In their books a new law, pens of sun-scythes,
New people are for ever.
them, and raise, soaring upon eagle's wing,
Souls, and thoughts slumbering dully,
Awaken and forth great spaces, bring
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send unto the bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let fly, fly away unto warriors sound,
Set the of good 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 winds blew, through thy bare bones scouring.
Arise from the depths, thou of race,
sires crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come forth, take thy place
Of and fame among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco