Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V vetru nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki se smeje,
morda nam bodo oblaki- rjuhe 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 nozem crnega kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali kot prhle veje, dokler nam
zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V bo hosta zapela, hosta in pesem vojna:
Brat moj, ne skrivaj lica, 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, will be our
blankets.
On and clothes the first, then second
drops of will fall.
In the night through the clearing a
heron cry out.
The stronger one wash our faces and
moisten our lips with a rag and the night
a cold will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our like rotten
branches, the sunny dawn warms the
and our hearts.
The underwood will up in the sun and
war begin its song again: Brother of mine,
Don't hide your face, is war, it's WAR today!