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C'ez nas viharji divjajo
Mesta gorijo in telesa
Slast nas stresa
Storms rage over us
Cities and human bodies burning
Lust flows through us

Spet se c'es polja
glasijo zvoki nas'e govorice
ki nam molitev je in vrisk
Over the land, the sound
Of our words rings out
That's prayer and exultation to us

Ne, ne dopusti vec', vesoljni bog
da bi nas'a sila potonila
saj je tako brezmejno sladka, mila
Oh almighty God, never let
Our power fail again
For it is so endlessly sweet and dear


Sredi Bojev
In the Midst of the Fight

Kaks ni boji
Sami tuji boji
Sami tuji boji
Mi pa bi radi bili
Such warriors
Only strange warriors
Only strange warriors
But we would like them to be

Mi Kujemo Bodocnost
We Forge the Future

Vsak clovek v sehi razplamtel je sile
Junaska vstal, za borbo stiska pest
Nam vsem svobodne zarje so pogum napile
Da izkujemo previco in tiranom vest!
Every man roused the powers within himself
And rose like a hero, hand in a fist for the fight
We made courage out of the dawn
To forge conscience and freedom from the tyrants!

Ogenj smo, ki za svobodo se je vzgal,
Raznetil se, razsiril, razplamtel v viharje!
Smo ogenj, ki iz nas bo vas izzgal
Pjavke nas'e in sence nove zarje...
We are like fire, that burnt for freedom,
Flaming, heightened to a firestorm!
We are the fire, that burnt out of us into your hearts,
Our leeches and shades of the new light of dawn...

Mi ogenj smo, jeklo, tnalo in kovaci
Pravko kujemo, svobodo v to celino
Mi vstajamo, vstajamo v prostost
In rastemo mladostni v sirino!
We are like fire, steel, anvil and forge
Justice and freedom we join to a whole
We rise, walk out into the free air
And smooth the way for youth


Brat Moj
Brother of Mine

Brat moj
Ali cutis pogum
Ki ga je dvignila zerja v borbi
Za lepoto sveta?
Brother of mine
Do you feel the courage
That was wakened by the red light of dawn
In the fight for the beauty of the world

Brat moj
Prizgimo kres v vseh ljudeh
Bodimo mocni kot garaci, brat moj;
Mi smo v skrivnosti tajni
Slutnja in prerokovanje
Mi smo zivljenja divju smeh!
Brother of mine
Let us light the flame in every man
Let us be strong like the working army, brother
In the holiest of secrets
We are premonition and prophecy
We are life's wild laughter

V nas je glad, ki pozivi
In gladnih ne uzmuci
Brat moj, odpri oci...
In us is a hunger, that wakens to life
And that does not torment the hungry
My brother, open your eyes and...

Ti, Ki Izzivas?
You, Who Do You Challenge?

Ti, ki izzivas
Vsaj ne sili v kritje
To ni velikega poguma znak
You, who do you challenge?
At least do not seek cover
It is not a sign of great courage

Src'no stopi sam
V krvopelitje - in padi
Go yourself manly
To battle - and die



Laibach takes over an organisational system of work, after the model of industrial production and totalitarism, collective spirit, identification with ideology, which means: not the individual, but the organisation speaks. Our work is industrial, our language political. Laibach is a recognition of time universality. Its organisational activity is an intense agitation and a constant systematic propagating, ideological offensive. Any social activity affects the mass. Laibach functions as a creative allusion of strict institutionality, identification with institution, as stock theatre, or popular culture with a centralized programme. One transmitter and a multitude of receivers, and with a communication through uncommunication. Laibach's musical approach is a move to the area of pure politization of sounds as a means of manipulating the masses. When, in politically and economically complicated situations, the antagonism in society is becoming strained, only force remains as the ultima ratio of social integration. The force must adopt the form of systematic, physical and psychic terror, organized in accordance with social relations. Terror is obtaining a function of productional power, which extorts discipline and an adaptation of the mass, to the existing productional relations, and the existing productional apparatus. For the totalitarian form of government, the systematic terror becomes a constitutional instrument of authority. Through the mystic, erotic-mythological sound, constitution of an ambivalence between fear and fascination, which rudimentarily affects the consciousness of people, through stage performances of ritualized demonstration of political power, and through other manipulative means of an individual, Laibach practises a sound force, in a form of systematic, psycho-physical terror as social organisational principle, in order to effectively discipline and raise a feeling of total adherence bond of a certain, revolted and alienated audience, which results in a state of collective [athasia?], which is the principle of social organisation. In this sense, the function of Laibach, sound constructions, and of rock concerts is to challenge collective emotions and automatic associations, and as such it serves as the means of working stimulation. By darkening the consumer's mind, it drives him into a state of humble contrition and total obedience, self-sacrifice, by destroying every trait of individuality, it melts the individuals into a mass, and mass into a humble, collective body. The dualism of Laibach's message, perception and receiver's structure uncovers the social neurosis. Laibach unites the biters and antagonistics into an expression of static, totalitarism cry. Our basic inspiration, ideals which are not ideals to their form, but the material of Laibach, manipulation of self, remains an industrial production: art of the Third Reich, totalitarism, taylorism, bruitism, disco. Disco rhythm, as a regular repetition, is the purest, the most radical form of the militantly organised rhythmicity of technicist production, and as such the most appropriate means of media manipulation. As an archetypal structural basis of the collective unconscious in a worker mass, it stimulates automatic mechanism, and shapes industrialisation of consciousness, which is necessary in the logic of massive, totalitarian, industrial production.


General Jaruzelsky je imenoval
31 avgust za dan dela in miru
Povdarja: "Oblast
Je morda nesimpaticna
A edina nesmrtna pot
Miru in stabilizacije"
General Jaruzelsky proclaimed
August 31 as a Day of Work and Peace
He emphasizes: "The Authority
Might be unsympathetic
But it is the only immortal way of peace
And stabilisation"