Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje
Kaj roke s krvjo rdec'i?
Eksplozija v noc'i je gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
oltarja laz'i, ki mnoz'i.
dez'na slika, brezbolne luc'i,
edina srhljivih 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 stotic' zrcalo sveta, -
trud je zaman. Presegli smo noc':
nas' dolg je
in je luc'.
(Since when, of truth, are you the brothers of night?
What colors your hands with the of blood?
The in the night is the flower of woe,
can be justified by it.
The altar be destroyed,
the of lies, that multiplies shapes.
The picture, the painless light,
the harbors of the terrible night.
We are the children of the and the brothers of strength,
promises 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 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.)