Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,
morda nam oblaki- rjuhe edine odeje.
na roke, obleke, prva, druga 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 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 white sheets, be our only
blankets.
On hands and clothes the first, second
drops of will fall.
In the through the swampy clearing a
will 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 weigh up our thoughts like rotten
branches, until the dawn warms the
and our hearts.
The underwood wake up in the sun and
war will begin its song Brother of mine,
Don't your face, today is war, it's WAR today!