Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje
Kaj roke vas'e s krvjo
Eksplozija v je roz'a gorja,
z njo se nic'esar ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
laz'i, ki oblike mnoz'i.
Brezma slika, brezbolne luc'i,
edina zavetja noc'i.
Otroci smo in bratje moc'i,
obljuka se ne izvrs'i.
Smo duhovi od tega sveta,
opevarno podobo gorja.
je bic' in ti krvavis':
Po stotic' razbijte sveta, -
vas' trud je zaman. Presegli smo
dolg je poplac'an
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the of night?
What colors hands with the redness of blood?
The explosion in the is the flower of woe,
nothing can be by it.
The cannot be destroyed,
the altar of lies, that shapes.
The spotless picture, the light,
the only harbors of the night.
We are the children of the and the brothers of strength,
whose are not fulfilled.
We are the ghosts of this world,
we sing the mad of woe.
The explanation is the and you bleed.
Break the mirror of the world for the time, -
all your efforts are in vain. We have the night:
our debt has been
and the is ours.)