Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje
Kaj vas'e s krvjo rdec'i?
Eksplozija v je roz'a gorja,
z njo se nic'esar ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
laz'i, ki oblike mnoz'i.
Brezma dez'na slika, luc'i,
zavetja srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci duha smo in moc'i,
obljuka se ne izvrs'i.
Smo c'rni od tega sveta,
opevarno noro gorja.
Razlaga je bic' in ti
Po razbijte zrcalo 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 with the redness of
The explosion in the 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 harbors of the terrible night.
We are the of the spirit and the brothers of strength,
promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of world,
we the mad image 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.)