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,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
laz'i, ki oblike 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.
Razlaga je bic' in ti
Po stotic' razbijte sveta, -
vas' je zaman. Presegli smo noc':
nas' dolg je
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the brothers of
colors your hands with the redness of blood?
The explosion in the night is the of woe,
can be justified 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 children of the and the brothers of strength,
whose are not fulfilled.
We are the ghosts of this world,
we sing the mad of woe.
The is the whip and you bleed.
Break the mirror of the for the hundredth time, -
all your efforts are in vain. We overcome the night:
our has been paid
and the is ours.)