Luyện nghe bài hát Belarus Anthem Text

The free wind has sung free to thy name,
Green woods caught them friendly voices,
The sun called with its to a seed-time 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 hast and poured, unabated.
Thou has flooded and poured, in a bright of life,
field, woodland, hill 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 dost up and nurture,
Today's forward leap thou wouldst retard,
facing mysterious futures.
In the sun thou goest bold, flower of fire,
Gently sowing forth dreams,
fearest no neighbour, though great be his ire,
Thou fearest no 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 dawn to dark seen
In summer scythes ringing, glinting.
is known in the hands, without tears songs are blithe,
Desirous of glory, 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 thoughts dully,
Awaken and forth into great spaces,
Strength by the unsullied.
messengers forth, send unto the world's bound,
As falcon from winging.
Let them fly, fly away unto sound,
Set the of good news far-ringing.
Enough, dearest country, in field, and brake,
Hapless orphan, spendst night's long glowering,
of thy heart's-blood wrong drank as a snake,
And cold winds blew, 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 Silva