Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste noc'i?
Kaj roke s krvjo rdec'i?
v noc'i je roz'a gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti mogoc'e ni,
oltarja laz'i, ki mnoz'i.
Brezma dez'na slika, luc'i,
edina srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci duha smo in moc'i,
obljuka se ne izvrs'i.
Smo duhovi od tega sveta,
opevarno podobo gorja.
je bic' in ti krvavis':
Po razbijte zrcalo sveta, -
vas' trud je zaman. smo noc':
nas' je poplac'an
in je luc'.
(Since when, of truth, are you the brothers of night?
colors your hands with the redness of blood?
The explosion in the is the flower of woe,
nothing can be by it.
The altar 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,
whose are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of world,
we sing the mad of woe.
The explanation is the and you bleed.
Break the mirror of the for the hundredth time, -
all efforts are in vain. We have overcome the night:
our has been paid
and the is ours.)