Σαν έρθεις φέρε τη σιωπή

Σαν έρθεις φέρε τη σιωπή                                                                                          

κι άπλωσε την πάχνη,                                                                                                     

στις υγρές στέγες των σπιτιών                                                                                                       και στις παγωμένες καμινάδες.                                                                                              

Στα μπαλκόνια με τις σκισμένες τέντες                                                                               

και τις αυλές,                                                                                                                                      με τα παρατημένα παιχνίδια των παιδιών.

Σαν έρθεις φέρε τη σιωπή                                                                                                                   κι άπλωσε την βροχή,                                                                                                                          πάνω στις λερωμένες άσφαλτες                                                                                                       και στα ξηλωμένα πεζοδρόμια.                                                                                                          Πάνω στις χτυπημένες νεραντζιές                                                                                               τις ελιές                                                                                                                                                και τα λυπημένα κυπαρίσσια.

Σαν έρθεις φέρε τη σιωπή                                                                                                               και άπλωσε την χάδι                                                                                                                           στα κυνηγημένα σκυλιά                                                                                                                 και τις μαδημένες γάτες.                                                                                                                     Πάνω στις κουρασμένες ψυχές,                                                         

τους νέους                                                                                                                               

με το καψαλισμένο αύριο

κι άστην να παίζει.                                                                                                           

Λένε πως έχει ωραία μουσική.