Chords for Pettinellis - Arriba Quemando El Sol (2001) • [Radio Choriflai]
Tempo:
93.15 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
Bm
Bb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[G] [E] [G]
[E] [G] When [E] I went to the farm, I carried my heart, happy like a chihuahua, but there it died.
I lost my voice, and up there the sun was burning.
When I saw the miners inside their room, I said to [Bm] myself, [Em] better live [Am] in their shell, [E] the snail,
the kings, the [E] rotten thief.
[B] sun was burning.
sun was burning.
[G] [E] [G]
[E] [G] When [E] I went to the farm, I carried my heart, happy like a chihuahua, but there it died.
I lost my voice, and up there the sun was burning.
When I saw the miners inside their room, I said to [Bm] myself, [Em] better live [Am] in their shell, [E] the snail,
the kings, the [E] rotten thief.
[B] sun was burning.
sun was burning.
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [G] _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _
[E] _ _ [G] When [E] I went to the farm, I carried my heart, happy like a chihuahua, but there it died.
First I lost the feathers, then I lost my voice, and up there the sun was burning. _
_ _ _ _ _ When I saw the miners inside their room, I said to [Bm] myself, [Em] better live [Am] in their shell, [E] the snail,
or [Bm] in the shadow of the kings, the [E] rotten thief.
And up there the [B] sun was burning.
[Bb] _ [D] _ [E] And [Bm] up there the sun was burning.
[Gm] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ The rows of casuchas face to face, yes sir, the rows of women face to face, the [Bm] only pillar,
[E] each with her bucket, with her face of affliction, and up there the sun was burning. _
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Casojo, a dead people, my heart is buried, although where people live, death is much greater. _
They buried justice, they buried reason.
They buried justice, they buried reason.
They buried justice, they buried_
_ _ _ And up there the sun was burning.
[B] _ [Bb] [Gbm] And [E] _ _ up there the sun was burning.
[B] _ [Bb] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ If someone says that I dream of stories of moderation, I say that this happens in Chiquitiba, in Santa Juana,
the miners no longer know what their pain is worth.
And up there the sun was burning. _
_ I went back to Santiago without understanding the color,
although they paint the news when the poor say no.
Under the dark night a rose comes out of the coal.
And up there the sun was burning.
[B] _ [Gm] _ [A] _
[E] The [Am] _ sun was burning.
[B] _ [Bb] _ [A]
[E] The _ _ sun was _ burning.
And up there the sun was burning. _ _ _
And up there the sun was burning.
_ _ And up there the sun was burning. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
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_ _ _ [G] _ [E] _ _ _ [G] _
[E] _ _ [G] When [E] I went to the farm, I carried my heart, happy like a chihuahua, but there it died.
First I lost the feathers, then I lost my voice, and up there the sun was burning. _
_ _ _ _ _ When I saw the miners inside their room, I said to [Bm] myself, [Em] better live [Am] in their shell, [E] the snail,
or [Bm] in the shadow of the kings, the [E] rotten thief.
And up there the [B] sun was burning.
[Bb] _ [D] _ [E] And [Bm] up there the sun was burning.
[Gm] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The rows of casuchas face to face, yes sir, the rows of women face to face, the [Bm] only pillar,
[E] each with her bucket, with her face of affliction, and up there the sun was burning. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Casojo, a dead people, my heart is buried, although where people live, death is much greater. _
They buried justice, they buried reason.
They buried justice, they buried reason.
They buried justice, they buried_
_ _ _ And up there the sun was burning.
[B] _ [Bb] [Gbm] And [E] _ _ up there the sun was burning.
[B] _ [Bb] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ If someone says that I dream of stories of moderation, I say that this happens in Chiquitiba, in Santa Juana,
the miners no longer know what their pain is worth.
And up there the sun was burning. _
_ I went back to Santiago without understanding the color,
although they paint the news when the poor say no.
Under the dark night a rose comes out of the coal.
And up there the sun was burning.
[B] _ [Gm] _ [A] _
[E] The [Am] _ sun was burning.
[B] _ [Bb] _ [A]
[E] The _ _ sun was _ burning.
And up there the sun was burning. _ _ _
And up there the sun was burning.
_ _ And up there the sun was burning. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _