I've Grown Accutomed 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-natured to me now
like breathing out and breathing in
I was surreally 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
He almost makes the day begin
I've gotten used to hear him say
good morning every day
His joys, his woes
his highs, his lows
are second-natured to me now
like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful he's a man and so easy to forget
rather like a habit one can always break, and yet
I've grown accustomed to the trace
of something in the air
accustomed to his face
to his face
to his face
Estou Acostumado com o Rosto Dele
Estou acostumado com o rosto dele
Ele quase faz o dia começar
Estou acostumado com a melodia
que ele assobia dia e noite
Os sorrisos dele, as caretas
os altos, os baixos
são naturais pra mim agora
como respirar pra fora e pra dentro
Eu era surrealmente independente e feliz antes de nos conhecermos
Com certeza eu poderia sempre ser assim de novo, e ainda assim
Estou acostumado com o jeito dele
acostumado com a voz dele
acostumado com o rosto dele
Estou acostumado com o rosto dele
Ele quase faz o dia começar
Estou acostumado a ouvir ele dizer
bom dia todo dia
As alegrias dele, as tristezas
os altos, os baixos
são naturais pra mim agora
como respirar pra fora e pra dentro
Sou muito grato que ele é um homem e tão fácil de esquecer
meio que como um hábito que se pode sempre quebrar, e ainda assim
Estou acostumado com o traço
de algo no ar
acostumado com o rosto dele
com o rosto dele
com o rosto dele