When the evening is the serene anguirus in the shadows And in the quiet, the coffee-makers feel again This sad love song of the old Bolinda And in the lethargy of the night it seems that I When the evening is the serene anguirus in the shadows And in the quiet, the coffee-makers feel again This sad love song of the old Bolinda And in the lethargy of the night it seems that I A sorrow of love, a sadness Carries the Sambo Manuel and in its bitterness They pass tirelessly the night smelling coffee Music A sorrow of love, a sadness Carries the Sambo Manuel and in its bitterness They pass tirelessly the night smelling coffee Music Music Music Music
