Te puedes a todo acostumbrar
Bunbury
You Can Get Used to Anything
A serenade to the Moon
The lament for a time that’s gone
You didn’t throw it away on purpose, not knowing
And not quite sure what to do, your clarity
The pains of resentment are like thorns
They dig into your soul without mercy
Like fire burning your cheeks
Like life that ends by the shore of the sea
Mornings feel endless
At night, you can’t find rest
The modern demands
In solitude, in solitude
The pains of life are immense
And everyone has their say
What could I add to all this confusion?
You can get used to anything, even the worst
You could have written a thousand novels
The Catcher in the Rye, or something better
Now you watch the dead hours pass on the clock
And in your head, the trail of pain hovers
Mornings feel endless
At night, you can’t find rest
The modern demands
In solitude, in solitude
The pains of life are immense
And everyone has their say
What could I add to all this confusion?
You can get used to anything
The pains of life are immense
And everyone has their say
What could I add to all this confusion?
You can get used to anything, even the worst
