Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

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

Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco