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.
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 mrzlim nozem crnega kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, nam
soncna zemlje, src ne ogreje.
V soncu bo hosta zapela, hosta in vojna:
Brat moj, ne skrivaj lica, je vojna, VOJNA!
(English)
We're going to in the wind tonight, in the
wind, who is laughing, wildly, and the
clouds, these sheets, will be our only
blankets.
On and clothes the first, then second
drops of will fall.
In the night the swampy clearing a
will cry out.
The one will wash our faces and
our lips with a rag and the night with
a knife 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 begin its song again: Brother of mine,
Don't hide your face, is war, it's WAR today!