Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V vetru bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,
morda nam bodo oblaki- rjuhe 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 rezala crnega kruha.
Svoje tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam
zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo zapela, hosta in pesem vojna:
Brat moj, ne lica, danes je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
going to sleep in the wind 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 with a rag and the night with
a cold knife cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts rotten
branches, until the sunny dawn the
and our hearts.
The underwood wake up in the sun and
war will begin its song Brother of mine,
hide your face, today is war, it's WAR today!