Te puedes a todo acostumbrar Lyrics English Translation by Bunbury
A serenade to the moon,
The sorrow for a time that’s gone,
You didn’t throw it all away in vain,
Without meaning to,
And without really knowing what to do—your clarity remains.
The sorrows of resentment are like thorns,
They pierce the soul without mercy,
Like fire burning your cheeks,
Like a life ending on the edge of the sea.
Mornings feel eternal,
At night there’s no peace, no rest.
Modern demands—
In solitude, in solitude.
The sorrows of life are immense,
And everyone has their own view.
What could I add to all this confusion?
You can get used to anything—
Even the worst.
You could’ve written a thousand novels,
The Catcher in the Rye or something even greater.
Now you watch the dead hours pass on the clock,
As the trail of pain hovers over your mind.
Mornings feel eternal,
At night there’s no peace, no rest.
Modern demands—
In solitude, in solitude.
The sorrows of life are immense,
And everyone has their own view.
What could I add to all this confusion?
You can get used to anything.
The sorrows of life are immense,
And everyone has their own view.
What could I add to all this confusion?
You can get used to anything—
Even the worst.