Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste noc'i?
Kaj roke s krvjo rdec'i?
Eksplozija v noc'i je gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti mogoc'e ni,
oltarja laz'i, ki mnoz'i.
Brezma dez'na slika, luc'i,
zavetja srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci smo in bratje moc'i,
obljuka se ne izvrs'i.
Smo duhovi od tega sveta,
opevarno noro gorja.
Razlaga je bic' in ti
Po stotic' zrcalo sveta, -
vas' je zaman. Presegli smo noc':
nas' dolg je
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the of night?
What your hands with the redness of blood?
The explosion in the night is the of woe,
nothing can be by it.
The cannot be destroyed,
the altar of lies, multiplies shapes.
The spotless picture, the light,
the only of the terrible night.
We are the of the spirit and the brothers of strength,
whose are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of world,
we sing the mad of woe.
The is the whip and you bleed.
Break the mirror of the world for the time, -
all your efforts are in vain. We overcome the night:
our debt has paid
and the is ours.)