A Su Mirar Me Acostumbre Lyrics - L-o-v-e - Issac Delgado

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 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 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 everyday 

His joys, his woes, his highs, his lows 

Are second nature to me now 

Like breathing out, breathing in 

I'm very glad 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