Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free has sung free songs to thy name,
Green woods them with friendly voices,
The sun called with its to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured faith into forces.
And in of storms, troubles and mighty desires,
hast budded and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, over the of thy sires,
hast flooded and poured, unabated.
Thou has flooded and poured, in a bright of life,
Through field, woodland, hill and streaming...
thy native flower-copses thy crown is made bright,
Like a plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and with songs of the bards,
Long-past years dost raise up and nurture,
Today's forward leap thou never retard,
Boldly mysterious futures.
In the sun goest bold, lovely flower of fire,
sowing forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou fearest no neighbour, though 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, limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the day born now.
Now there are no axes among green,
Felling young pine-trees in winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to dark
In summer scythes ringing, glinting.
is known in the hands, without 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 upon wing,
Souls, and thoughts slumbering dully,
Awaken and into great spaces, bring
Strength by the unsullied.
messengers forth, send unto the world's bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly unto warriors sound,
Set the of good news far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou spendst long glowering,
Enough of thy wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, thy bare bones scouring.
Arise from the depths, thou of race,
O'er sires crosses, woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, take thy
Of honour and fame nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva