Moliendo cafe
José Luis Rodríguez
Grinding Coffee
When the evening fades, the shadows come alive
And in the stillness, the coffee fields start to feel again
It's the sad love song of the old grinding
That in the night's slumber seems to moan
When the evening fades, the shadows come alive
And in the stillness, the coffee fields start to feel again
It's the sad love song of the old grinding
That in the night's slumber seems to moan
A heartache and a sorrow
Carry the bitter Manuel in his pain
He tirelessly spends the night grinding coffee
When the evening fades, the shadows come alive
And in the stillness, the coffee fields start to feel again
It's the sad love song of the old grinding
That in the night's slumber seems to feel
When the evening fades, the shadows come alive
And in the stillness, the coffee fields start to feel again
It's the sad love song of the old grinding
That in the night's slumber seems to feel
