Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free has sung free songs to thy name,
woods caught them with 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 hast and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, the land of thy sires,
Thou hast and poured, unabated.
Thou has and poured, in a bright tale of life,
field, woodland, hill and vale streaming...
From thy native thy crown is made bright,
Like a swan' plumage, gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and echo songs of the bards,
Long-past thou dost raise up and nurture,
Today's leap thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly mysterious futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, lovely 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, mound unto mound,
On the breezes renewal is now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
for the better day born now.
Now there are no axes among green,
young pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers from to dark seen
In summer scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is known in the hands, without tears are blithe,
Desirous of glory, quiver,
In their books a new law, with 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
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send messengers forth, unto the world's bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let fly, fly away unto warriors sound,
Set the thunder of good far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
orphan, thou spendst night's long glowering,
Enough of thy heart's-blood drank as a snake,
And winds blew, through thy bare bones scouring.
from the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come thou forth, thy place
Of honour and fame nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Branco