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 and 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
I've grown accustomed to her face
She almost makes the day begin
And I got used to hear her say: Goodmorning, everyday
Her joys, her woes, her highs, her lows
Are second nature to me now
Like breathing out and breathing in
I'm very grateful she's a woman 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 her face
Me Acostumei com o Rosto Dela
Me acostumei com o rosto dela
Ela quase faz o dia começar
Me acostumei com a melodia que ela assobia dia e noite
Os sorrisos, as caretas, os altos, os baixos
São naturais pra mim agora
Como respirar pra fora e pra dentro
Eu era serenamente independente e feliz antes de te conhecer
Com certeza, eu poderia sempre ser assim de novo e ainda assim
Me acostumei com o jeito dela, acostumado com a voz dela
Acostumado com o rosto dela
Me acostumei com o rosto dela
Ela quase faz o dia começar
E eu me acostumei a ouvir ela dizer: Bom dia, todo dia
As alegrias, as tristezas, os altos, os baixos
São naturais pra mim agora
Como respirar pra fora e pra dentro
Sou muito grato que ela é uma mulher e tão fácil de esquecer
Meio que um hábito que a gente pode sempre quebrar e ainda assim
Me acostumei com a presença de algo no ar
Acostumado com o rosto dela
Composição: Frederick Loewe, Alan Jay Lerner