I've Grown Accustomed To His Face
I've grown accustomed to his face
He almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
He whistles night and noon
His smiles, his frowns
His ups, his downs, are second nature to me know
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face
I've grown accustomed to his face
Are second nature to me know
Like breathing out and breathing in
I was serenely independent and content before we met
Surely I could always be that way again and yet
I've grown accustomed to his looks
Accustomed to his voice
Accustomed to his face
Accustomed to his face
Me he acostumbrado a su rostro
Me he acostumbrado a su rostro
Casi hace que el día comience
Me he acostumbrado a la melodía
Que silba noche y día
Sus sonrisas, sus ceños
Sus altibajos, son segunda naturaleza para mí ahora
Como respirar
Era serenamente independiente y contenta antes de conocernos
Seguramente podría volver a ser así y sin embargo
Me he acostumbrado a su aspecto
Acostumbrada a su voz
Acostumbrada a su rostro
Me he acostumbrado a su rostro
Son segunda naturaleza para mí ahora
Como respirar
Era serenamente independiente y contenta antes de conocernos
Seguramente podría volver a ser así y sin embargo
Me he acostumbrado a su aspecto
Acostumbrada a su voz
Acostumbrada a su rostro
Acostumbrada a su rostro