No me acostumbro
Tan lejos los recuerdos de días felices y extraños
Mis viejas fotos mienten, tu pelo es más liso y claro
Un ángel sobrevuela la tela invisible de araña
Que el tiempo puso en ellas y no logro recordar
¿Por qué esas flores raras crecen en las aceras para ti?
Volveré a cogerlas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti
Otra vez jugaremos a guerra en la selva
Gritando como niños, aullando en la fría niebla
No logro acostumbrarme aún a ser adulto
Sonríes en mis manos y no recuerdo
¿Por qué esas flores raras crecen en las aceras para ti?
Volveré a cogerlas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti
Volveré a esperar la noche, de pie en el oscuro rellano
Que vuelvas despeinada de los bares cerrados
Tan lejos los recuerdos, lejos de ti en la calle
Busco en mis viejas fotos y no he logrado recordar
¿Por qué esas flores raras crecen en las aceras para ti?
Volveré a cogerlas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti
No, no me acostumbro
Antes del invierno estaré ahí
Hay serios problemas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti
¿Por qué esas flores raras crecen en las aceras para ti?
Volveré a cogerlas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti
Otra vez jugaremos a guerra en la selva
I can't get used to it
So far away are the memories of happy and strange days
My old photos lie, your hair is straighter and lighter
An angel hovers over the invisible spider web
That time has woven into them and I can't seem to remember
Why do those strange flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I'll pick them again, you know?
I can't get used to being without you
Once again we'll play war in the jungle
Screaming like kids, howling in the cold fog
I still can't get used to being an adult
You smile in my hands and I can't remember
Why do those strange flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I'll pick them again, you know?
I can't get used to being without you
I'll wait for the night again, standing in the dark hallway
For you to come back disheveled from the closed bars
So far away are the memories, far from you on the street
I search through my old photos and I haven't been able to remember
Why do those strange flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I'll pick them again, you know?
I can't get used to being without you
No, I can't get used to it
Before winter, I'll be there
There are serious problems, you know?
I can't get used to being without you
Why do those strange flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I'll pick them again, you know?
I can't get used to being without you
Once again we'll play war in the jungle