When the afternoon languishes the shadows are reborn
Within which you feel again the coffee plantation
You will listen to this song about the old mill
Which in the lethargy of the night it seems to say
When the afternoon languishes the shadows are reborn
Within which you feel again the coffee plantation
You will listen to this song about the old mill
Which in the lethargy of the night it seems to say
A sorrow of love, a sadness
Carries the good Manuel in his bitterness
He spends the night tired, grinding coffee
When the afternoon languishes the shadows are reborn
Within which you feel again the coffee plantation
You will listen to this song about the old mill
Which in the lethargy of the night it seems to say