Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,
nam bodo oblaki- rjuhe edine odeje.
Pala na roke, obleke, prva, bo kaplja, v noc cez
mocvirno zakricala bo caplja.
Trsi spiral bo lica, mocil nam s krpo, noc nam bo
z mrzlim nozem crnega kruha.
misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam
soncna zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V bo hosta zapela, hosta in pesem vojna:
Brat moj, ne lica, danes je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
We're to sleep in the wind tonight, in the
wind, who is laughing, wildly, and the
clouds, white 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 stronger one will wash our and
moisten our lips with a rag and the night
a cold will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts rotten
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 face, today is war, it's WAR today!