Letras de I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face - Michael Feinstein

I've Grown Accustomed To Her Face (original)

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

(traducción)

Me he acostumbrado a su cara.
Ella casi hace que el día comience
Me he acostumbrado a la melodía
Ella silba por la noche y al mediodía
Sus sonrisas, sus ceño fruncidos, sus altibajos
Son una segunda naturaleza para mí ahora
Como exhalar e inhalar
Yo era serenamente independiente y contento, antes de que nos conociéramos
Seguramente siempre podría volver a ser así
Y, sin embargo, me he acostumbrado a su aspecto.
Acostumbrado a su voz, acostumbrado a su cara