Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has sung free to thy name,
Green caught them with friendly voices,
The sun called with its flame to a far-famed,
The stars poured faith 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.
has flooded and poured, in a bright tale of life,
Through field, woodland, hill and streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy is made bright,
a swan' plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou quiver and echo with songs of the bards,
years thou dost raise up and nurture,
Today's forward leap thou never retard,
Boldly facing futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, flower of fire,
Gently forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou no neighbour, though great be his ire,
Thou no path briared and thorny.
From end unto end, mound unto mound,
On the renewal is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the better day now.
Now there are no axes among green,
Felling young pine-trees in winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to dark
In summer 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 spaces, bring
Strength by the unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send unto the bound,
As falcon falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly away unto sound,
Set the thunder of good far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou spendst night's glowering,
of thy heart's-blood wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, through thy bones scouring.
from the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, come forth, take thy place
Of honour and among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Silva