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
mocvirno poseko bo caplja.
Trsi spiral bo lica, mocil nam s krpo, noc nam bo
z mrzlim nozem rezala kruha.
Svoje tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam
zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo hosta zapela, hosta in pesem
moj, ne skrivaj lica, danes je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
We're going to in the wind tonight, in the
wind, who is laughing, wildly, and the
clouds, these white sheets, will be our
blankets.
On hands and clothes the first, second
of rain will fall.
In the through the swampy clearing a
heron cry out.
The stronger one wash our faces and
moisten our lips a rag and the night with
a cold knife will cut us bread.
We weigh up our thoughts like rotten
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 face, today is war, it's WAR today!