Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste noc'i?
Kaj roke vas'e s rdec'i?
v noc'i je roz'a gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
mogoc'e oltarja ni,
oltarja laz'i, ki mnoz'i.
Brezma slika, brezbolne luc'i,
edina zavetja noc'i.
Otroci smo in bratje moc'i,
katere se ne izvrs'i.
Smo c'rni od tega sveta,
opevarno noro gorja.
Razlaga je bic' in ti
Po stotic' zrcalo sveta, -
vas' trud je zaman. Presegli smo
nas' dolg je
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the of night?
What colors your hands with the of blood?
The explosion in the night is the of woe,
can be justified by it.
The cannot be destroyed,
the altar of lies, that shapes.
The picture, the painless light,
the harbors of the terrible night.
We are the children of the spirit and the of strength,
promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black of this world,
we sing the mad of woe.
The is the whip and you bleed.
Break the of the world for the hundredth time, -
all your efforts are in vain. We have the night:
our debt has been
and the is ours.)