I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face
I've grown accustomed to her face,
she almost makes the day begin
I've grown accustomed to the tune
she whistles night an' noon
Her smiles, her frowns,
her ups, her downs
are second nature to me now
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 her looks
accustomed to her voice
accustomed to her face!
Me Acostumei com o Rosto Dela
Me acostumei com o rosto dela,
e ela quase faz o dia começar.
Me acostumei com a melodia
e ela assobia dia e noite.
Os sorrisos dela, as caretas,
os altos e baixos dela
são naturais pra mim agora
como respirar pra fora e pra dentro.
Eu era serenamente independente
e estava contente, antes de nos conhecermos.
Com certeza eu poderia sempre ser assim de novo, e ainda assim,
me acostumei com o jeito dela,
acostumei com a voz dela,
acostumei com o rosto dela!