Generale Chords by Francesco De Gregori

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General, behind the hill, there is a night, crooked and sassy,
and in the middle of [D] the meadow there is a little farmer,
but [A] in the sunset she looks like a child,
[Bm] of fifty years and five children,
born [A] in the world like rabbits,
[E] departed in the world like soldiers,
and [A] have not yet returned. _ _
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_ _ _ [A] General, behind the station,
I see the train that took the sun,
no longer [D] stops, not even to pee,
you go [A] straight home without [F#m] thinking anymore,
that the war [Bm] is beautiful even if it hurts,
[A] that we will return to sing again,
[E] and make us make love, love, from [A] the nurses.
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General, the war is over,
the enemy has escaped,
he won, he fought,
behind the hill, [D] there is no one,
only eagles of [A] pine, and silence, and [F#m] mushrooms,
good to [Bm] eat, good to dry,
to make [A] us the sauce when Christmas comes,
when [E] the children cry and fall asleep,
[A] they don't want to go.
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_ _ _ _ _ [A] General, these five stars,
these five tears on my skin,
[D] what sense do they have,
inside the noise of this [A] train,
[F#m] that is half empty and half [Bm] full,
and goes fast towards [A] the return,
[E] between two minutes, and almost [E] day,
and almost home, [A] and almost love.
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