Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V vetru nocoj spali, v vetru, ki divje 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, mocil nam s krpo, noc nam bo
z mrzlim nozem rezala kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, nam
zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo zapela, hosta in pesem vojna:
Brat moj, ne skrivaj lica, je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
going to sleep in the wind 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 rain fall.
In the night through the clearing a
will cry out.
The stronger one wash our faces and
moisten our lips a rag and the night with
a cold will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts rotten
branches, until the dawn warms the
and our hearts.
The will wake up in the sun and
war begin its song again: Brother of mine,
Don't hide face, today is war, it's WAR today!