Moliendo café
Ángel Parra
Grinding Coffee
When the afternoon languishes
shadows come back
and in the stillness of the coffee fields
they start to feel
this sad love song
from the old grinding mill,
in the lethargy of the night
it seems to say.
A love sorrow,
a sadness,
the dark-skinned Manuel carries
in his bitterness
The night passes tirelessly
grinding coffee.
