El ultimo de la fila — No Me Acostumbro song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "No Me Acostumbro" by El ultimo de la fila.
Lyrics
Tan lejos los recuerdos de días felices y extraños.
Mis viejas fotos mienten, tu pelo es más liso y claro.
Un ángel sobrevuela la tela invisible de araña,
Que el tiempo puso en ellas y no logro recordar:
¿por qué esas flores raras crecen en las aceras para ti?
Volveré a cogerlas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti.
Otra vez jugaremos a guerra en la selva,
Gritando como niños, aullando en la fría niebla.
No logro acostumbrarme aún a ser adulto.
Sonríes en mis manos y no recuerdo:
¿por qué esas flores raras crecen en las aceras para ti?
Volveré a cogerlas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti.
Volveré a esperar la noche, de pie en el oscuro rellano,
Que vuelvas despeinada de los bares cerrados.
Tan lejos los recuerdos, lejos de ti en la calle,
Busco en mis viejas fotos y no he logrado recordar:
¿por qué esas flores raras crecen en las aceras para ti?
Volveré a cogerlas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti.
No, no me acostumbro;
Antes del invierno estaré ahí.
Hay serios problemas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti.
¿por qué esas flores raras crecen en las aceras para ti?
Volveré a cogerlas, ¿sabes?
No me acostumbro a estar sin ti.
Otra vez jugaremos a guerra en la selva.
Lyrics translation
So far away memories of happy and strange days.
My old photos lie, your hair is smoother and lighter.
An angel flies over the invisible spider web,
That time put on them and I fail to remember:
why do those weird flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I'll get them again, you know?
I don't get used to being without you.
We'll play war in the Jungle again,
Screaming like children, howling in the cold fog.
I can't get used to being an adult yet.
You smile on my hands and I don't remember:
why do those weird flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I'll get them again, you know?
I don't get used to being without you.
I'll wait again for the night, standing on the dark landing,
Get you back from the closed bars.
So far away memories, away from you on the street,
I look in my old photos and I have not managed to remember:
why do those weird flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I'll get them again, you know?
I don't get used to being without you.
No, I don't get used to it.;
Before winter I'll be there.
There are serious problems, you know?
I don't get used to being without you.
why do those weird flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I'll get them again, you know?
I don't get used to being without you.
We'll play war in the Jungle again.