Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V vetru nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki se smeje,
morda nam oblaki- rjuhe edine odeje.
Pala na roke, obleke, prva, bo kaplja, v noc cez
mocvirno poseko bo caplja.
Trsi spiral bo lica, nam usta s krpo, noc nam bo
z mrzlim rezala crnega kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, nam
zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo hosta zapela, in pesem vojna:
moj, ne skrivaj lica, danes je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
We're to sleep in the wind tonight, in the
wind, who is laughing, wildly, and the
clouds, these sheets, will be our only
blankets.
On hands and clothes the first, second
of rain will fall.
In the night the swampy clearing a
heron cry out.
The one will wash our faces and
moisten our with a rag and the night with
a knife will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like
branches, until the sunny dawn the
and our hearts.
The underwood wake up in the sun and
war will begin its song again: of mine,
Don't your face, today is war, it's WAR today!