Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has sung songs to thy name,
Green woods caught them friendly voices,
The sun called its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars faith into broken forces.
And in time of storms, troubles and desires,
Thou 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 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 dost raise up and nurture,
Today's leap thou wouldst never retard,
facing mysterious futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, lovely of fire,
Gently sowing dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou no neighbour, though great 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, without or bound,
for the better day born now.
Now there are no axes among green,
Felling young pine-trees in 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 books a new law, with pens of sun-scythes,
New are writing for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, soaring upon wing,
Souls, hearts and slumbering dully,
Awaken and forth great spaces, bring
Strength by the unsullied.
Send forth, send unto the world's bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly away warriors sound,
Set the of good news far-ringing.
Enough, country, in field, wood and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou spendst long glowering,
Enough of thy heart's-blood drank 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 and fame among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco