Аккорды Jimmy Buffett - 15 Cuban Minutes

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[Intro]
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[Chorus]
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Fifteen Cuban minutes, fairly safe to say,
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can feel more like an hour   or the entire day.

[Bridge]
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In the land where time means nothing, not hard to slip away,
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El Diablo baila sábado, y los curas on Sunday.

[Chorus]
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Fifteen Cuban minutes, the end is out of sight;
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so I'll meet you by the cannon on the the   Malecón tonight.

[Verse 1]
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It started in Havana in nineteen-twenty-one,
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on the schooner Chiquimula where a party had begun.
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Primer cumpleaños, for a tiny lad at sea,
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and in my heart is still that faded photo of JD.

[Verse 2]
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Signal flags were flying atop the entire fleet,
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while the rhumba band from Santiago played the birthday boy to sleep.
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That's the tale was told to me, a seadog nursery rhyme,
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and the music that was handed down from a long forgotten time.

[Chorus]
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Fifteen Cuban minutes get lost in the fog,
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life's a test, just do your best, like a   three-legged dog.

[Bridge]
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In the land where time means nothing, you can often lose your mind;
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now place your bets, or better yet, just join a conga line.

[Chorus]
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Fifteen Cuban minutes can turn night into day;
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they're dancing on the tables   down at El Frente.

[Verse 3]
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Another entry in the log, my mind put to a test,
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when we sailed with the Hemmingways on a schooner from Key West.
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They'd come to make a movie about long forgotten times;
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see old friends, drink some rum and visit family shrines.

[Verse 4]
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So, how the hell did we wind up, just tagging right along?
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They were looking for a soundtrack and heard one of my songs.
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So, I sang Havana Daydreamin', just me and my guitar,
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to some very stern KGB-guys, trying to blend in at the bar.

[Chorus]
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So for fifteen Cuban minutes, la bodega did ignite;
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bongos y tumbadoras   kept us up all night.

[Bridge]
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Mojitos by the minute, the crowd stacked at the door;
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niños, dogs, and roosters frolicked on the floor.

[Chorus]
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Fifteen Cuban minutes,   lots of give and take;
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birthdays always come and go but   not a birthday cake.

[Interlude 1]
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Am     E       Dm7/9   G

[Interlude 2] (Steel Drums)
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Am     E       Dm7/9   G

[Chorus]
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Fifteen Cuban minutes are easy to embrace,
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no calendars or watch to wind, no schedules to chase.

[Bridge]
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In the land where time means nothing this phrase it cries, "Delay!"
D7                        G
Put it on a tee shirt and everyone will pay.

[Chorus]
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You say minutos Cubanos, dejace la drama;
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aqui no hay AC solo la ventana.

[Verse 5]
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Music makes use happy, it's in our chromosomes;
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no matter where we wander, music takes us home.
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It started on the island, disbursed by sweet songbirds
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who flew north 'cross the Gulf Stream and everybody heard.

[Verse 6]
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Now the clock just keeps on ticking, I hear it everywhere I go,
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and I sing along in cars and bars along Calle Ocho.
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God bless Ricky Ricardo and Little Ricky, too,
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they set my mind on island time. How about you?

[Verse 7]
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The Greeks and Egyptians had sundials in the sand,
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now we have atomic clocks that measure the Big Bang.
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Still I prefer the simple way, let's take it to the street;
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more walking and less talking, tap time with your feet.

[Chorus]
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Fifteen Cuban minutes still stands the test of time,
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like a Salas photograph or   Kenneth Patchen rhyme.

[Bridge]
          E7                       Am
If you're looking for a launchpad, no news, just hearsay,
      D7                         G
don't bother with the WiFi, fuck Siri, ask Jose!

[End-Chorus]
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Fifteen Cuban minutes, there's no end in sight;
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I'll meet you by the cannon on the the   Malecón tonight.		
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