Laibach
New Acropolis
War Poem (War Poem)
(Slovenian)
In the wind tonight we will sleep, in the wind that laughs wildly,
perhaps there will be clouds for us - sheets are the only blankets.
Falls on hands, clothes, the first, the second will drip, in the night over the
swamp cut, the heron will scream.
He will wash our cheeks, wet our mouths with a cloth, she will
cut black bread with a cold knife.
We will weigh our thoughts like withered branches, until
the dawn of the earth warms our hearts.
In the sun, the host will sing, host and the song war:
My brother, don't hide your face, today is war, WAR!
(English)
We're going to sleep in the wind tonight, in the
wind , who is laughing, wildly, and maybe the
clouds, these white sheets, will be our only
blankets.
He hands and clothes the first, then second
drops of rain will fall.
In the night through the swampy clearing a
heron will cry out.
The stronger one will wash our faces and
moisten our lips with a rag and the night with
a cold knife will cut us black bread.
We will weigh up our thoughts like rotten
branches, until the sunny dawn warms the
ground and our hearts.
The underwood will wake up in the sun and
war will begin its song again: Brother of mine,
Don't hide your face, today is war, it's WAR today!

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