Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,
morda nam bodo oblaki- edine odeje.
na roke, obleke, prva, druga bo kaplja, v noc cez
mocvirno zakricala bo caplja.
Trsi bo lica, mocil nam usta s krpo, noc nam bo
z mrzlim nozem crnega kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali kot prhle veje, dokler nam
zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo hosta zapela, hosta in 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 sheets, will be our only
blankets.
On hands and clothes the first, then
of rain 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 with
a cold knife will cut us bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like
branches, until the sunny warms the
and our hearts.
The underwood will up in the sun and
war will begin its song Brother of mine,
Don't hide your face, today is war, WAR today!