Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V vetru nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki se smeje,
morda nam bodo oblaki- edine odeje.
Pala na roke, obleke, prva, bo kaplja, v noc cez
poseko zakricala bo caplja.
Trsi spiral bo lica, mocil nam s krpo, noc nam bo
z mrzlim rezala crnega kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali bomo kot veje, dokler nam
zarja 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 sheets, will be our only
blankets.
On hands and clothes the first, second
drops of will 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 cold knife cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts rotten
branches, the sunny dawn warms the
and our hearts.
The will wake up in the sun and
war will begin its song again: of mine,
Don't your face, today is war, it's WAR today!