Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free has sung free songs to thy name,
Green caught them with friendly voices,
The sun called with its to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured into broken forces.
And in time of storms, troubles and desires,
Thou 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...
thy native flower-copses thy crown is made bright,
Like a plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost and echo with songs of the bards,
Long-past years dost raise up and nurture,
Today's forward thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly facing futures.
In the sun thou bold, lovely flower of fire,
Gently forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou fearest no neighbour, great be his ire,
Thou fearest no briared and thorny.
From end end, frontier mound unto mound,
On the renewal is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the better day now.
Now there are no axes among green,
young pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers dawn to dark seen
In summer with ringing, glinting.
is known in the hands, without tears songs are blithe,
Desirous of glory, quiver,
In their a new law, with pens of sun-scythes,
New are writing for ever.
them, and raise, soaring upon eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and slumbering dully,
Awaken and forth great spaces, bring
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send forth, send unto the world's bound,
As falcon from winging.
Let them fly, fly away warriors sound,
Set the of good news far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, spendst night's long glowering,
Enough of thy heart's-blood wrong as a snake,
And cold winds blew, through thy bare scouring.
from the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, thy place
Of honour and among nations.

Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco