Moliendo Café
Los Panchos
Grinding Coffee
When the afternoon languishes, the shadows are reborn
And in the stillness, the coffee plantations begin to feel
Made into a sad love song from the old grinding mill
That in the lethargy of the night seems to moan
A love sorrow, a sadness
Zambo Manuel carries in his bitterness
The night passes tirelessly grinding coffee
When the afternoon languishes, the shadows are reborn
And in the stillness, the coffee plantations begin to feel
Made into a sad love song from the old grinding mill
That in the lethargy of the night seems to moan
A love sorrow, a sadness
Zambo Manuel carries in his bitterness
The night passes tirelessly grinding coffee
When the afternoon languishes, the shadows are reborn
And in the stillness, the coffee plantations begin to feel
Made into a sad love song from the old grinding mill
That in the lethargy of the night seems to moan
