Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The wind has sung 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 broken forces.
And in time of storms, and mighty desires,
Thou hast and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, over the of thy sires,
Thou hast and poured, unabated.
has flooded and poured, in a bright tale of life,
Through field, woodland, and vale 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 thou dost up and nurture,
forward leap thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly mysterious futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, flower of fire,
Gently sowing 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 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 in frosty winter,
Now there are no from dawn to dark seen
In summer with ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, without songs are blithe,
of glory, breasts quiver,
In their a new law, with pens 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,
Strength by the unsullied.
messengers forth, send unto the world's bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly away warriors sound,
Set the thunder of good far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou night's long glowering,
Enough of thy wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, thy bare bones scouring.
Arise from the depths, of falcon-born race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, thy place
Of and fame among nations.

Sent by Andr Pereira da Silva Branco