Luyện nghe bài hát Vojna Poema (war Poem)

(Slovenian)
V vetru bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,
morda nam bodo oblaki- edine odeje.
na roke, obleke, prva, druga bo kaplja, v noc cez
mocvirno poseko bo caplja.
Trsi spiral bo lica, nam usta s krpo, noc nam bo
z mrzlim nozem crnega kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali 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 sheets, will be our only
blankets.
On hands and clothes the first, then
of rain will fall.
In the night through the swampy a
heron cry out.
The stronger one will wash our and
moisten our lips a rag and the night with
a cold knife cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like
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!