Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje
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,
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' razbijte sveta, -
trud je zaman. Presegli smo noc':
nas' dolg je
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the of night?
What colors your hands the redness of blood?
The explosion in the is the flower of woe,
can be justified 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,
promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black of this world,
we the mad image of woe.
The explanation is the and you bleed.
Break the mirror of the for the hundredth time, -
all your are in vain. We have overcome the night:
our has been paid
and the is ours.)