On Friday night, I went out alone,
and you did not stop checking me,
how much I drank, who I was with,
with whom I danced.
Dramas - none, stop causing them!
You know who I go to
There are no frames with you, and clichés
for me you are the man.
Chorus:
Do you hear me? I tell you, my dear
this one was and still is yours,
the same tried more than once
to get used to life without you.
Do you hear me? I tell you, my dear
this one was and still is yours,
the same tried more than once
to get used to life without you.
On Sunday, twice in the morning
you bring love and coffee to the bed.
I've seen so many days without you,
chosen the ones with you.
Dramas - none, stop causing them!
You know well who I go back to.
There are no frames with you, and clichés
for me you are the man..
Chorus:
Do you hear me? I tell you, my dear
this one was and still is yours,
the same tried more than once
to get used to life without you.
Do you hear me? I tell you, my dear
this one was and still is yours,
the same tried more than once
to get used to life without you.
Chorus:
Do you hear me? I tell you, my dear
this one was and still is yours,
the same tried more than once
to get used to life without you.
Do you hear me? I tell you, my dear
this one was and still is yours,
the same tried more than once
to get used to life without you.
I will get used to being without you, I will get used to being without you …