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When the afternoon languishes and the shadows are reborn
and it is the stillness of the coffee plantations they feel again
this sad love song from the old mill
that in the lethargy of the night you can hear moaning.
When the afternoon languishes and the shadows are reborn
and it is the stillness of the coffee plantations they feel again
this sad love song from the old mill
that in the lethargy of the night you can hear moaning.
A sorrow of love, a sadness
Manuel carries the zambo and in his bitterness
He spends the night tirelessly grinding coffee.
When the afternoon languishes and the shadows are reborn
and it is the stillness of the coffee plantations they feel again
this sad love song from the old mill
that in the lethargy of the night you can hear moaning.
When the afternoon languishes and the shadows are reborn
and it is the stillness of the coffee plantations they feel again
this sad love song from the old mill
that in the lethargy of the night you can hear moaning.
When the afternoon languishes and the shadows are reborn
and it is the stillness of the coffee plantations they feel again
this sad love song from the old mill
that in the lethargy of the night you can hear moaning.
A sorrow of love, a sadness
Manuel carries the zambo and in his bitterness
He spends the night tirelessly grinding coffee.
When the afternoon languishes and the shadows are reborn
and it is the stillness of the coffee plantations they feel again
this sad love song from the old mill
that in the lethargy of the night you can hear moaning.
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