Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

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