Nos acostubramos

Lyrics

We got used to it, my love,
We got used to getting used to it,
The feeling got used to feeling,
Without feeling.
Until I became a piece of furniture.
Finally you took me out of the house,
Like a piece of furniture.

You moved me from one place to another,
Imagining me planning,
Replacing me with another new piece of furniture,
I'm dying of jealousy.

Love, why is it that we can't
Separate ourselves completely.
Maybe we already suffer,
The symptom of the old furniture,

You take me out on the street like your old furniture
But again you go out to look for me
And you bring me from one place to another.

I'm tired of being old furniture,
You move me from one place to another.
We're getting used to it,
Just getting used to it.

We got used to it, my love,
We got used to getting used to it,
The feeling got used to feeling,
Without feeling.
Until I became a piece of furniture.
Finally you kicked me out of the house,
Like a piece of furniture.