Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste noc'i?
Kaj roke vas'e s krvjo
Eksplozija v je roz'a gorja,
z njo se nic'esar ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
laz'i, ki oblike mnoz'i.
Brezma slika, brezbolne luc'i,
edina srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci smo in bratje moc'i,
obljuka se ne izvrs'i.
Smo duhovi od tega sveta,
opevarno noro gorja.
Razlaga je in ti krvavis':
Po stotic' razbijte sveta, -
vas' je zaman. Presegli smo noc':
nas' je poplac'an
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the of night?
What colors hands with the redness of blood?
The in the night is the flower of woe,
can be justified by it.
The altar be destroyed,
the altar of lies, multiplies shapes.
The spotless picture, the light,
the only harbors of the 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 have the night:
our debt has been
and the is ours.)