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 its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The poured faith into broken 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 hast and poured, unabated.
Thou has and poured, in a bright tale of life,
field, woodland, hill and vale streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy crown is bright,
Like a swan' plumage, 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,
facing mysterious futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, lovely of fire,
Gently sowing forth dreams,
Thou no neighbour, though great be his ire,
fearest no path briared and thorny.
From end unto end, frontier mound mound,
On the breezes renewal is now,
And, embracing the soul, limit or bound,
Mother-joy for the day born now.
Now there are no axes forests green,
Felling young in frosty winter,
Now there are no reapers from dawn to dark
In summer with ringing, glinting.
Strength is in the hands, without tears songs are blithe,
of glory, breasts quiver,
In their books a new law, with of sun-scythes,
New are writing for ever.
Blossom them, and raise, upon eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and thoughts dully,
Awaken and forth great spaces, bring
by the witch-noose unsullied.
Send forth, send unto the world's bound,
As from falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly unto warriors sound,
Set the of good news far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou night's long glowering,
Enough of thy heart's-blood wrong 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 young Bielarus, come thou forth, thy place
Of honour and among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr Pereira da Branco