Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V nocoj 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 nozem crnega kruha.
misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, dokler nam
soncna zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo hosta zapela, in pesem vojna:
Brat moj, ne skrivaj lica, 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, will be our
blankets.
On hands and the first, then second
drops of rain fall.
In the night through the clearing a
heron cry out.
The one will wash our faces and
moisten our lips with a rag and the night
a knife will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like
branches, the sunny dawn warms the
and our hearts.
The underwood will up in the sun and
war will begin its song again: of mine,
hide your face, today is war, it's WAR today!