Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, resnice, ste bratje noc'i?
Kaj roke s krvjo rdec'i?
Eksplozija v noc'i je gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
oltarja laz'i, ki 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 noro gorja.
je bic' in ti krvavis':
Po stotic' zrcalo 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 hands with the redness of blood?
The in the night is the flower of woe,
nothing can be by it.
The altar be destroyed,
the altar of lies, multiplies shapes.
The spotless picture, the 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 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 efforts are in vain. We have overcome the night:
our has been paid
and the is ours.)