Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has free songs to thy name,
Green woods caught them with voices,
The sun called its flame to a seed-time far-famed,
The stars poured 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 flooded and poured, unabated.
Thou has flooded and poured, in a tale of life,
Through field, woodland, and vale streaming...
From thy native flower-copses thy crown is bright,
a swan' plumage, brilliant gleaming.
Thou dost quiver and echo with of the bards,
Long-past years thou raise up and nurture,
Today's forward thou wouldst never retard,
Boldly mysterious futures.
In the sun goest bold, lovely flower of fire,
Gently forth dreams, gold-adornd;
Thou fearest no neighbour, though be his ire,
Thou fearest no briared and thorny.
From end end, frontier mound unto mound,
On the renewal is borne now,
And, embracing the soul, without or bound,
Mother-joy for the day born now.
Now there are no among forests green,
Felling young pine-trees in winter,
Now there are no reapers from to dark seen
In summer scythes ringing, glinting.
Strength is in the hands, without tears songs 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, upon eagle's wing,
Souls, hearts and thoughts dully,
and forth into great spaces, bring
Strength by the unsullied.
Send messengers forth, send unto the bound,
As falcon falcon-nest winging.
Let them fly, fly unto warriors sound,
Set the thunder of good far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, thou night's long glowering,
of thy heart's-blood wrong drank as a snake,
And cold blew, through thy bare bones scouring.
from the depths, thou of falcon-born race,
O'er crosses, their woes, degradation,
O young Bielarus, thou forth, take thy place
Of honour and among nations.

Sent by Carlos Andr da Silva Branco