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,
oltarja laz'i, ki mnoz'i.
Brezma slika, brezbolne luc'i,
edina srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci smo in bratje moc'i,
katere se ne izvrs'i.
Smo c'rni duhovi od sveta,
opevarno podobo gorja.
Razlaga je bic' in ti
Po stotic' razbijte sveta, -
vas' trud je zaman. Presegli smo
nas' je poplac'an
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the of night?
What colors your hands 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 picture, the painless light,
the only of the terrible 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 of the world for the hundredth time, -
all your efforts are in vain. We have the night:
our debt has been
and the is ours.)