Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V vetru nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki se smeje,
nam bodo oblaki- rjuhe edine odeje.
Pala na roke, obleke, prva, bo kaplja, v noc cez
mocvirno zakricala bo caplja.
spiral bo lica, mocil nam usta s krpo, noc nam bo
z nozem rezala crnega kruha.
Svoje misli bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam
zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V bo hosta zapela, hosta in pesem vojna:
moj, ne skrivaj lica, danes je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
We're going to sleep in the tonight, in the
wind, who is laughing, wildly, and the
clouds, white sheets, will be our only
blankets.
On hands and the first, then second
drops of rain fall.
In the night the swampy clearing a
will cry out.
The stronger one will 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 dawn the
and our hearts.
The underwood will up in the sun and
war will begin its song again: of mine,
Don't your face, today is war, it's WAR today!