Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V vetru nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki se smeje,
morda nam 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 nozem rezala crnega kruha.
misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam
soncna zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo hosta zapela, hosta in pesem
Brat moj, ne 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 white sheets, will be our
blankets.
On and clothes the first, then 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 knife cut us black bread.
We weigh up our thoughts like rotten
branches, the sunny dawn warms the
and our hearts.
The underwood will up in the sun and
war will begin its song again: of mine,
hide your face, today is war, it's WAR today!