I'll never get used to it

I'll never get used to it. I can't get used to you.

It's for my whims that you punished me so well.

And the dawns come, the lawyers of the daily worries,

and carry thousands of different things under their arms.

I tell them: dawns! Everything in the world is so muruge.

The harvest of hustle and bustle - only stubble remains.

How much we admired!

And never once — a second time.

How many years have I been loving,

And I fall in love with you every day.