Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The wind has sung free songs to thy name,
woods caught them with friendly voices,
The sun called with its flame to a far-famed,
The stars poured faith into forces.
And in time of storms, troubles and desires,
Thou hast and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, over the of thy sires,
Thou flooded and poured, unabated.
Thou has and poured, in a bright tale of life,
Through field, woodland, and vale streaming...
thy native flower-copses thy crown is made bright,
Like a plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou quiver and echo with songs of the bards,
Long-past years thou dost up and nurture,
Today's forward thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly facing futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, flower of fire,
Gently sowing forth dreams,
Thou no neighbour, though great be his ire,
fearest no path briared and thorny.
From end end, frontier mound unto mound,
On the breezes renewal is now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the better day now.
Now are no axes among forests green,
Felling pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers dawn to dark seen
In with scythes 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 people are for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, upon eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and thoughts dully,
Awaken and into great spaces, bring
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send the world's bound,
As falcon from winging.
Let them fly, fly away unto 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 blew, through 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 and fame among nations.

Sent by Andr Pereira da Silva Branco