When the afternoon languishes the shadows reappear
In the stillness the coffee plantations feel again
This sad story of love from the old grinding mill
In the lethargy of the night it seems to say
When the afternoon languishes shadows reborn
In the stillness the coffee plantations feel again
This sad passage of love from the old grinding
In the lethargy of the night it seems to say
A sorrow of love , a sadness
Saint Manuel carries in his bitterness
He spends the night tirelessly grinding coffee
When the afternoon languishes the shadows begin to rise
In the stillness the coffee plantations feel again
This sad story of love from the old grinding
In the lethargy of the night it seems to say
The night passes me by
Grinding coffee

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