ТНМК - Історія України За 5 Хвилин

Look to the left, look to the right -
This Is Your Land, this is your state.
her story is colorful and bright
Glory To Ukraine!
Glory To The Heroes!
There were no birds or fish at first,
and suddenly there was a Big Bang -
stars and fluffy cats appeared
in short, everything a person needs to be happy.
trypillians once lived on these lands -
Vikenty Khvoika will write about it again,
and Homer wrote about the Cimmerians -
(not the one from the cartoon, but a little different)
then there are the eastern Slavs:
Glades, northerners and other drevlyans.
the enemies will come and beat the enemy,
if there is no enemy, then they go brother to brother.
another apostle Andrew, it was like SI will surprise,
will say: a beautiful city will be built over the Dnieper
cue, Cheek, Horiv and their sister Lybid
in honor of her River and metro station.
there was no internet or radio stations
the princes were languishing and looking for an idea:
in any unclear situation
went on a campaign against Byzantium.
they also learned to Fear The Lord
and sing in the Church of God, I'm sorry!
then Vladimir The Great repented,
overthrew Perun and baptized Russia.
each prince had his own chip:
Svyatoslav The Brave fought to the last,
Yaroslav the Wise wrote wise books,
(and Monomakh listened to his mother and always wore a hat!)
and everything before that was yerunda,
because the Mongol Horde is piled up here,
but makes stronger what didn't kill,
and King Daniel fought bravely,
only in the field one is not a warrior, of course,
and the Principality of Lithuania grew little by little.
on one side the gentlemen are Polish,
on the other side of the Moscow horde,
Tatars don't come running to be friends either:
Ukraine is sad that there is nothing to live with
Here are desperate as predators,
ferocious raised sabers Cossacks,
until Father Bogdan joined bornya
became friends with the king and argued garbage.
and Cossack blood it's not for show-offs:
Dovbush, Karmelyuk, Zaliznyak, Gonta
the common people fought for the fate,
because there is no translation for the Cossack family!
not only in sabers and guns is power,
remember, friends, Peter the grave:
opened an Academy to teach everyone
Oh and beautiful girls study there!
and who is the first hipan in Europe? Well yes
Grigory (Savich) Skovoroda!
Pushkin couldn't speak yet,
and Ivan Kotlyarevsky wrote The Aeneid.
look to the left, look to the right
this is your land, this is your state.
her story is colorful and vivid.
Glory To Ukraine! Glory to the heroes!
nineteenth century. What do we see?
serfdom in Ukraine, tsar in St. Petersburg.
no sich, no Hetmanate,
The Great Kobzar was born here!
Taras bequeathed us as brothers to embrace,
and learn from someone else and don't shy away from your own.
fight fight, whatever happens there,
Kohaitesya, chornobrivi, but not with just anyone.
infuriated by Imperial infestations:
Valuev circulars and Emsky decrees
they flew into our language like bullets,
wanted to kill. And here's a fig for you!
Marko Vovchok, Mikhail Staritsky,
Gulak-Artemovsky, Nechui-Levitsky,
Grinchenko, Stefanik, Rudansky, Grebenka,
Franko, Kotsyubinsky and Lesya Ukrainka
the word was forged like a hard hat
the Jesters still can't sleep!
twentieth century: and here you are on
the first World War begins.
all against all to fight,
Ukraine empires divide among themselves
Vinichenko, Petliura, Makhno, Skoropadsky
quarreled between themselves and looking for betrayal,
meanwhile, the komunyatskaya plague has arrived
fun, bro, times have come
What to say, there is something to remember:
shot rebirth, Red Terror,
and a tender thank you from Big Brother
multimillion-dollar Holodomor.
and the people's memory was taken out of the fire
a piece of history torn out by someone:
Knights of the glorious Kholodny Yar
and the immortal feat of the heroes of Krut.
new sneaky kapets
Hitler came, fuck him like that,
then Kharkiv residents lost their patience:
came up with a tank for all tanks tank!
T-34 beauty and horror!
drove bad guys all the way to Berlin,
A in Volhynia and the Carpathian forests
the rebels were fighting on two fronts.
some were chased away others came,
death doesn't ask Which side you're on,
defeated again, won
sad holy evening in the forty-sixth year.
No Cow, no pig just Stalin on the wall.
(is this the end of the story?)
no!
once the Ukrainian Gorbachev came
and I ruined the prison. Well, what about Cho?
the Will has come, the Will is desired,
will desired, promised,
it was too early to be happy,
for lice are not so much foreign as their own nits.
cocktails flying, tire burning,
wriggling tyrant pig snout,
opened snout black abyss,
the Heavenly Hundred soared into the sky.
and again from the East soldiers owl
the Kremlin Freak is complex.
and neither glory nor will will die in Ukraine,
fate will always smile at us,
so there will be rye and blue sky,
and what happens next depends on you!
look to the left, look to the right
this is your land, this is your state.
her story is colorful and bright.
Glory To Ukraine! Glory to the heroes!