Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, resnice, ste bratje noc'i?
Kaj roke vas'e s rdec'i?
v noc'i je roz'a gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
laz'i, ki oblike mnoz'i.
Brezma dez'na slika, luc'i,
edina srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci smo in bratje moc'i,
katere se ne izvrs'i.
Smo c'rni od tega sveta,
noro podobo gorja.
Razlaga je bic' in ti
Po stotic' razbijte sveta, -
vas' trud je zaman. smo noc':
dolg je poplac'an
in je luc'.
(Since when, of truth, are you the brothers of night?
What colors your hands with the redness of
The in the night 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 the mad image 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 overcome the
our debt has paid
and the is ours.)