Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free has sung free songs to thy name,
Green woods them with friendly voices,
The sun with its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars faith into broken forces.
And in of storms, troubles and mighty desires,
Thou hast 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,
Through field, woodland, hill and streaming...
From thy 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 facing futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, flower of fire,
Gently sowing dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou fearest no neighbour, though be his ire,
Thou no path briared 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 better day now.
Now there are no axes forests green,
young pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers from to dark seen
In with scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, without songs are blithe,
of glory, breasts quiver,
In their books a new law, with of sun-scythes,
New people are for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, soaring eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and thoughts dully,
and forth into great spaces, bring
Strength by the unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send the world's bound,
As falcon from 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 night's glowering,
Enough of thy heart's-blood drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, thy bare bones scouring.
from the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er sires crosses, woes, degradation,
O Bielarus, come thou forth, take thy place
Of and fame among nations.

Sent by Carlos Pereira da Silva Branco