Rhodos

                                                       husker du mig…?

                                                       og dit triste fyrtårn…

                                                       er det holdt op med at mindes mig?

                                                       åh….

                                                       hvor mange gange har jeg ikke talt til det..

                                                       hvor mange hemmeligheder har jeg ikke fortalt det

                                                       dine nætter i bevægelse

                                                       er de stadig levende?

                                                       rhodos…

                                                       den gamle by

                                                       dine smalle gader

                                                       en by af sten..

                                                       mærkede du mon mine smerter?

                                                       er rita der stadigvæk?

                                                       fremmed…!

                                                       ensom…!

                                                       angsten spiser hende

                                                       og hendes ituslået guitar…

                                                       er den stadig ikke i stand til at spille

                                                       rhodos, må guderne velsigne dig

                                                       for du er smuk…

                                                       og du vil altid være smuk