Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,
morda nam bodo oblaki- rjuhe odeje.
Pala na roke, obleke, prva, bo kaplja, v noc cez
poseko zakricala bo caplja.
Trsi spiral bo lica, nam usta s krpo, noc nam bo
z nozem rezala crnega kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali kot prhle veje, dokler nam
soncna 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 in the wind tonight, in the
wind, who is laughing, wildly, and the
clouds, these white sheets, be our only
blankets.
On hands and clothes the first, second
of rain will fall.
In the night through the clearing a
heron cry out.
The one will wash our faces and
our lips with a rag and the night with
a cold will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like
branches, until the sunny warms the
and our hearts.
The underwood wake up in the sun and
war will its song again: Brother of mine,
Don't hide your face, is war, it's WAR today!