Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has free songs to thy name,
Green woods caught them friendly voices,
The sun called with its flame to a far-famed,
The poured faith into broken forces.
And in of storms, troubles and mighty desires,
Thou budded 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, hill and streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy is made bright,
Like a swan' plumage, gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and echo songs of the bards,
Long-past years dost raise up and nurture,
forward leap thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly mysterious futures.
In the sun thou bold, lovely 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 mound mound,
On the breezes is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, without or bound,
for the better day born now.
Now are no axes among forests green,
Felling young pine-trees in winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to seen
In summer with ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, tears songs are blithe,
Desirous of glory, quiver,
In their books a new law, pens of sun-scythes,
New people are for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, soaring eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and thoughts dully,
Awaken and forth into spaces, bring
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send unto the bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly away unto sound,
Set the thunder of news far-ringing.
Enough, country, in field, wood and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou night's long glowering,
Enough of thy heart's-blood wrong as a snake,
And cold winds blew, thy bare bones scouring.
from the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, thou forth, take thy place
Of honour and among nations.

Sent by Andr Pereira da Silva Branco