[Verse 1]
Two roads, one vessel, single trunk that splits in three,
Type Two Truncus — where the pulmonary branches both agree
to rise together from that shared arterial cone.
Joint written exam, thirty percent, that's the anatomy zone.
Collett and Edwards, Van Praagh's careful hand,
memorize the branching where the great trunk takes its stand.
[Chorus]
Тридцять, сорок, двадцять, десять — рахуй зі мною в лад,
(Thirty, forty, twenty, ten — count it in the stride)
Final assessment, оцінка остання назад,
surgeon or historian, однакова путь —
different roads through one great trunk, до фіналу йдуть.
[Verse 2]
Forty percent — the fork within the corridor:
surgeons draft the operative plan on a real type two, nothing more —
where the conduit sits, how the septum's laid,
while historians write the essay on a landmark paper's trade,
tracing back through Van Praagh's ink, through Collett's early hand,
same weight, same fire, different language, equal stand.
[Verse 3]
Twenty for the seminar, the integrative stage,
stand and speak the pathophysiology, argue page by page.
Present the case in front of peers, cardiologists and scribes,
trace the flow, the mixing, how one vessel still divides.
[Chorus]
Тридцять, сорок, двадцять, десять — рахуй зі мною в лад,
Final assessment, оцінка остання назад,
surgeon or historian, однакова путь —
type two truncus arteriosus — до фіналу йдуть.
[Bridge]
Ten for showing up, for hands upon the bench —
workshop participation closes up the trench.
Не забудь, don't forget, the smallest weight still counts,
кожен відсоток має вагу — every point amounts.
[Verse 4]
So add it plain: thirty, forty, twenty, ten —
written, special, spoken, shown, again and again.
Whichever track you walk, the truncus stays the same:
one vessel, two arteries, one final, weighted name.
[Verse 5]
Think of the infant on the table, chest wide, heart exposed,
one trunk feeding body, lungs, coronaries — the riddle still unclosed.
The resident scribbling notes, the professor at the board,
both are chasing one truth that the embryo once stored:
that nature drew two arteries from a single, common seed,
and every mark we're given traces back to how we read
the echo, the angiogram, the old dissected chart —
knowledge splits like vessels but still shares one beating heart.
Радіологи, хірурги, історики at the door,
рахуємо разом — together we keep the score.
[Bridge 2]
Whether the pen or the scalpel is what you choose to wield,
the truncus doesn't care what paper says you've healed —
it only asks for understanding, deep and true,
Розумієш? Do you understand? — that's all it asks of you.
[Chorus]
Тридцять, сорок, двадцять, десять — рахуй зі мною в лад,
Final assessment, оцінка остання назад,
surgeon or historian, однакова путь —
type two truncus arteriosus — до фіналу йдуть.
[Outro]
Оцінка фінальна... final, and it's done.
One trunk, two futures, measured, weighed, as one.