Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje
Kaj vas'e s krvjo rdec'i?
Eksplozija v je roz'a gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti oltarja ni,
oltarja laz'i, ki mnoz'i.
Brezma slika, brezbolne luc'i,
zavetja srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci smo in bratje moc'i,
katere se ne izvrs'i.
Smo duhovi od tega sveta,
noro podobo gorja.
Razlaga je bic' in ti
Po stotic' razbijte sveta, -
vas' trud je zaman. smo noc':
dolg je poplac'an
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the brothers of
What your hands with the redness of blood?
The explosion in the night is the of woe,
nothing can be by it.
The cannot be destroyed,
the of lies, that multiplies shapes.
The spotless picture, the light,
the only harbors of the night.
We are the children of the spirit and the of strength,
whose are not fulfilled.
We are the ghosts of this world,
we the mad image of woe.
The is the whip and you bleed.
Break the mirror of the world for the time, -
all your are in vain. We have overcome the night:
our has been paid
and the is ours.)