Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

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