(
Slovenian)V vetru nocoj bomo spali, v vetru, ki divje se smeje,morda nam bodo oblaki- rjuhe edine odeje.
Pala na roke, obleke, prva, druga bo kaplja, v noc cezmocvirno poseko zakricala bo caplja.
Trsi spiral bo lica, mocil nam usta s krpo, noc nam boz mrzlim nozem rezala crnega kruha.
Svoje misli tehtali bomo kot prhle veje, dokler namsoncna zarja zemlje, src ne ogreje.V soncu bo hosta zapela, hosta in pesem vojna:
Brat moj, ne skrivaj lica, danes je vojna, VOJNA!(
English)
We're going to sleep in the wind tonight, in thewind, who is laughing, wildly, and maybe theclouds, these white sheets, will be our onlyblankets.
On hands and clothes the first, then seconddrops of rain will fall.
In the night through the swampy clearing aheron will cry out.
The stronger one will wash our faces andmoisten our lips with a rag and the night witha cold knife will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like rottenbranches, until the sunny dawn warms theground and our hearts.
The underwood will wake up in the sun andwar will begin its song again: Brother of mine,
Don't hide your face, today is war, it's WAR today!
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