Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

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