Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,
morda nam bodo rjuhe edine odeje.
na roke, obleke, prva, druga bo kaplja, v noc cez
mocvirno poseko bo caplja.
Trsi bo lica, mocil nam usta 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 zapela, hosta in pesem vojna:
moj, ne skrivaj lica, danes je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
We're 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 will fall.
In the through the swampy clearing a
heron cry out.
The stronger one wash our faces and
moisten our lips with a rag and the night
a cold will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our like rotten
branches, until the sunny warms the
and our hearts.
The will wake up in the sun and
war will begin its song Brother of mine,
Don't hide your face, is war, it's WAR today!