Parable about Gorpyn

Once I have sprinkled the colo
Schob plopyupaty to Gorpyn
on mountain cheer dere
dick cost you to cry already

I am looking good -
- rejoice my heart,
yak rozdilas Gorpyna-
- my god - yak kart

- a bunch of chyryakiv on sratsi
- wool to shuffle on dog
In place of tsytsyok cotton pile
From the bottom of the pyzda to shake off onuch,

Asse Taka Bula Karta,
dick having fallen mov drunk with
And scob not slander bida
- Mossy spit that th pidty!

(p. p. - I apologize - there is no Ukrainian alphabet - the font in the computer)

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The Confession of the Wyuk

Ukrainian folk blot round dance "I go out of the gate."

I go out the gate
dusts are scrawling
I am angry at the hut
there is a Kyda grenade,

I'm angry at the pic
there is a yibe kppich yard
i'm mad at the oven
there is a yibe grab bag

I am angry at the stupa
there is a yibe dickhead bump
I am angry at the barn
there goat yibe boogie,

i'm furious
there is a herd mouse
move you move
Dai zayoban lie.