I'm getting used to not looking at you
I'm getting used to being without you,
I do not need you anymore, you do not need me anymore
How nice to be alone, how well you live like this,
I'm getting used to not looking at you
I'm getting used to being without you.
Chorus
What cursed lips, because they want to hurt me
If I die without you, my life where you are
Do not touch me that Waltz because they kill me!
She sang it to me like nobody else.
If I pass by florida I remember you
If I go through the valley it's the same,
What if I'm in streams if I'm in Palermo
For all good airs with me you are always
I'll get used to not looking at you
I'm going to get used to God
Chorus
What cursed lips, because they want to hurt me
If I die without you, my life where you are
Do not touch me that Waltz because they kill me!
She sang it to me like nobody else.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)