Luyện nghe bài hát Apologija Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje
Kaj roke vas'e s rdec'i?
Eksplozija v noc'i je gorja,
opravic'iti z njo se ne da.
Razbiti mogoc'e ni,
laz'i, ki oblike mnoz'i.
Brezma slika, brezbolne luc'i,
edina srhljivih noc'i.
Otroci duha smo in moc'i,
obljuka se ne izvrs'i.
Smo c'rni od tega sveta,
opevarno noro gorja.
je bic' in ti krvavis':
Po razbijte zrcalo sveta, -
trud je zaman. Presegli smo noc':
nas' je poplac'an
in je luc'.
(Since when, sons of truth, are you the of night?
What colors your hands with the redness of
The explosion in the is the flower of woe,
nothing can be by it.
The altar be destroyed,
the of lies, that multiplies shapes.
The spotless picture, the light,
the only of the terrible night.
We are the children of the and the brothers of strength,
promises are not fulfilled.
We are the black ghosts of world,
we the mad image of woe.
The is the whip and you bleed.
Break the mirror of the for the hundredth time, -
all your efforts are in vain. We have overcome the
our debt has been
and the is ours.)