Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste noc'i?
Kaj roke vas'e s krvjo
v noc'i je roz'a gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
laz'i, ki oblike mnoz'i.
Brezma dez'na slika, luc'i,
edina zavetja noc'i.
Otroci duha smo in moc'i,
obljuka se ne izvrs'i.
Smo duhovi od tega sveta,
opevarno podobo gorja.
Razlaga je in ti krvavis':
Po razbijte zrcalo sveta, -
vas' trud je zaman. Presegli smo
nas' je poplac'an
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 is the flower of woe,
nothing can be by it.
The cannot be destroyed,
the altar of lies, multiplies shapes.
The picture, the painless light,
the only of the terrible night.
We are the children of the spirit and the of strength,
whose are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of 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 debt has paid
and the is ours.)