No me acostumbro

So far away the 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 can't remember:
why do those rare flowers grow on the sidewalks for you
I will pick them up again, you know?
I can't get used to being without you.

Once again we will play war in the jungle,
screaming like children, howling in the cold fog.
I still can't get used to being an adult
You smile in my hands and I don't remember:
why do those rare flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I will pick them up again, you know?
I can't get used to being without you.

I will wait for the night again, standing in the dark landing,
for you to come back disheveled from the closed bars.
So far away the memories, far from you on the street,
I search in my old photos and I haven't been able to remember:
why do those rare flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I will pick them up again, you know?
I can't get used to being without you.

No, I can't get used to it;
before winter I'll be there.
There are serious problems, you know?
I can't get used to being without you.
why do those rare flowers grow on the sidewalks for you?
I will pick them up again, you know?
I can't get used to being without you.
Once again we will play war in the jungle