Перемалывая кофе

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Grinding coffee

When the evening fades, the shadows are reborn

And in the silence the plantations again hear

the sad love song of the old mill

which in the silence of the night seems to say:

Some kind of heartbreak, some kind of sadness,

carries the sambo* Manuel in his bitterness.

He tirelessly works throughout the night grinding coffee.

When the evening fades, the shadows are reborn

And in the silence the plantations again hear

this sad love song of the old mill

which in the silence of the night seems to say:

Some kind of heartbreak, some kind of sadness,

carries the sambo Manuel in his bitterness.

He tirelessly works throughout the night grinding coffee.

* "sambo" is a person of mixed African and Native American heritage.