Αέρηδες

Εμπόροι πίνουν το κρασί μας,
και κλέβουνε τη γη
Εσύ είσαι η μόνη μας ελπίδα,σε περιμένουμε να 'ρθεις

Τα παίρνεις όλα πολύ στα σοβαρά,
ήταν τα λόγια του ληστή
Έχουν περάσει όλα αυτά
πάει καιρός πολύς


Εδώ απάνω στα βουνά
δεν δίνουν δεκάρα τσακιστή
Για ό,τι έχει κερδηθεί
για ό,τι έχει πια χαθεί

Αυτό είναι απόσπασμα της εκδοχής του Σαββόπουλου... Το πρωτότυπο είναι του Dylan:

"There must be some way out of here,"
said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion,
I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line
know what any of it is worth."
"No reason to get excited,"
the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel
that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that,
and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now,
the hour is getting late."
All along the watchtower,
princes kept the view
While all the women came and went,
barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance
a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching,
the wind began to howl