Desafinado

If you say that I sing out of tune, my love
Know that this causes me immense pain
Only the privileged have a hearing like yours
I only possess what God gave me

If you insist on classifying
My behavior as anti-musical
Even if I have to lie, I must argue
That this is bossa nova
That this is very natural
What you don't know or even sense
Is that the out of tune also have a heart
I photographed you in my Rolleiflex
Revealed your enormous ingratitude

You just can't speak like that about my love
Which is the greatest you can find, you see
You, with your music, forgot the main thing
That in the chests of the out of tune
Deep in the chest beats silently
That in the chests of the out of tune, a heart also beats