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 flame to a far-famed,
The poured 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,
Thou flooded and poured, unabated.
Thou has flooded and poured, in a bright of life,
Through field, woodland, hill and streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy crown is bright,
Like a plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and with songs of the bards,
Long-past years thou dost up and nurture,
Today's forward leap thou wouldst retard,
facing mysterious futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, lovely of fire,
Gently sowing forth dreams,
Thou fearest no neighbour, though be his ire,
Thou fearest no path and thorny.
From end unto end, frontier unto mound,
On the breezes is borne now,
And, the soul, without limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the day born now.
Now are no axes among forests green,
Felling young in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to dark
In with scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, tears songs are blithe,
of glory, breasts quiver,
In books a new law, with pens of sun-scythes,
New are writing for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, upon 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 falcon from winging.
Let them fly, fly unto warriors sound,
Set the of good news far-ringing.
Enough, country, in field, wood and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou night's long glowering,
Enough of thy wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, through thy bones scouring.
Arise from the depths, of falcon-born race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O Bielarus, come thou forth, take thy place
Of and fame among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Branco