Chords for Jacek Silski - My friend the wind - Zabrze DMiT (live)

My friend, the wind. _ _
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My [A] friend, the _ _ wind, will tell me a [E] _
secret _ _ he shares with [F#] _ _ me.
He _ shares with [B] _ _ me. _ _
My [E] friend, the wind, _ [A] will come from [E] the north _
with _ words of love and _ [A] whispers for [B] _ me. _
_ My [A] friend, the wind, _ will tell me [E] that he loves _ me
and [F#m] me _ _ [B] alone, and me [E] _ alone. _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] I'll [E] hear [A] her voice in the wind and the breeze from El Animo.
[E] Sweet as the peaks on the sands of Agapimo.
[B] Soft as the deer with the touch of [E] Manolamo.
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[E] [A] We'll share a dream forever away from El [E] Animo.
Blue as the days like the ice of [B] Agapimo.
Far from the world, I'll write with [E] Manolamo.
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_ [G] [E] Yeppa! _ _ _
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ My friend, the wind, [A] will come from [E] the hill.
_ _ When dawn will rise, he'll [A] wake [B] me _ _ again.
My [A] friend the wind will tell me [E] a secret _ _ he shares [F#] with _ me, _ he shares with [B] _ _ me.
My friend [E] the wind _ [A] will come from [E] the north _ _ with words of love and _ [A]
[B] whispers for me.
_ _ My friend [A] the _ wind will tell me [E] that he _ loves me and [F#m] me alone _ _ [B] and [E] me alone. _ _ _
I'll hear her [A] voice and the words that it brings from El Animo,
[E] Sweet as the kiss of the soft soft [B] Agamimo, soft of the hue, it's the touch of [E] Manolamo.
_ _ _ Whose chair [A] I dream of and never away from El [E] Animo,
Blue are the days like the eyes of [B] Agamimo, far from the worst high life of [E] Manolamo.
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