Chto zahoyit moyi rany

Prostelylysya tumany
Hen ta hen, de plesa, –
Ne zahoyit moyi rany
Matinka Odesa.

Rozmarynovoho zillya
Bilshe ne nap’yusya –
Dochekayusya vesillya,
Abo z utopljusya.

Oi, huculochko Annychko,
De z ty propadayesh,
Chom hovayesh svoye lychko,
Shcho sobi hadayesh?

Hen vid toyi polonyny
Stezka prolyahaye –
Chom mene shchodnya, shchodnyny
Ty ne vydyvlyayesh?

De ti hory, tez tumany,
Yak na zelen-plesah, –
Chto zahoyit moyi rany,
Matinko Odeso?