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 its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars faith into broken forces.
And in of storms, troubles and mighty desires,
Thou hast and bloomed, long-awaited,
In a life-freshet, over the of thy sires,
Thou hast 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 swan' plumage, gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and with songs of the bards,
years thou dost raise up and nurture,
Today's leap thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly mysterious futures.
In the sun thou bold, lovely flower 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 renewal is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
for the better day born now.
Now there are no among forests green,
Felling pine-trees in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers from to dark seen
In with scythes ringing, glinting.
is known in the hands, without tears songs are blithe,
Desirous of glory, quiver,
In their a new law, with pens 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 forth, send unto the world's bound,
As falcon falcon-nest winging.
Let fly, fly away unto warriors sound,
Set the thunder of good 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, of falcon-born race,
sires crosses, their woes, degradation,
O Bielarus, come thou forth, take thy place
Of honour and among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco