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Στίχοι/Μουσική: Κώστας Κοφινιώτης/Γιάννης Βέλλας 1950



Πόσα τσιγάρα κάπνισα



εχτές το βράδυ πάλι



να σε ξεχάσω γύρευα



μέσ' στου καπνού τη ζάλη









Τ' αποτσίγαρα πετούσα



και με πόνο τα κοιτούσα









Τόσον καιρό που πίστευα



στον ψεύτη έρωτά σου



ένα τσιγάρο ήμουνα



στα χέρια τα δικά σου









Που τα χείλη σου σημάδι



άφηναν το κοκκινάδι









Κι όταν πια με φουμάρισες,



δίχως να νοιώσεις πόνο



στην τελευταία ρουφηξιά



με πέταξες στο δρόμο









Κι αποτσίγαρο σβησμένο



είμαι τώρα πεταμένο