Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste noc'i?
Kaj vas'e s krvjo rdec'i?
v noc'i je roz'a gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
mogoc'e oltarja ni,
oltarja laz'i, ki mnoz'i.
dez'na slika, brezbolne luc'i,
edina zavetja noc'i.
duha smo in bratje moc'i,
katere se ne izvrs'i.
Smo c'rni duhovi od sveta,
opevarno noro gorja.
Razlaga je in ti krvavis':
Po razbijte zrcalo sveta, -
trud je zaman. Presegli smo noc':
nas' dolg je
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the brothers of
What your hands with the redness of blood?
The explosion in the 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 only harbors of the night.
We are the of the spirit and the brothers of strength,
promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black 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 your efforts are in vain. We overcome the night:
our has been paid
and the is ours.)