Apologija Laibach / Laibach-Apologie - Laibach

Od kdaj, sinovi resnice, ste bratje noči?

Kaj roke vaše s krvjo rdeči?

Eksplozija v noči je roža gorja

Opravičiti z njo se ničesar ne da

Razbiti mogoče oltarja ni

Oltarja laži, ki oblike množi

Brezmadežna slika, brezbolne luči

Edina zavetja srhljivih noči

Otroci duha smo in bratje moči

Katere obljuka se ne izvrši

Smo črni duhovi od tega sveta

Opevarno noro podobo gorja

Razlaga je bič in ti krvaviš:

Po stotič razbijte zrcalo sveta, —

Vaš trud je zaman.

Presegli smo noč:

Naš dolg je poplačan

In naša je luč!

Since when, sons of truth, have you been brothers of the night?

What makes your hands red with blood?

An explosion in the night is a flower of misery

There is nothing to apologize for with her

It is not possible to break the altar

An altar of lies that multiplies forms

Immaculate image, painless lights

The only shelter of creepy nights

We are children of the spirit and brothers of power

Which promises are not made

We are black ghosts of this world

Opevarno crazy image of the mountains

The explanation is a whip and you bleed:

Break the mirror of the world for the hundredth time, -

Your efforts are in vain.

We exceeded the night:

Our debt has been repaid

And ours is the light!