Desafinado

If you say that I sing out of tune, my love
Know that it 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 lying, I must argue
That this is bossa nova
This is very natural
What you don't know, nor even sense
Is that the out of tune also have a heart
I photographed you with my Rolleiflex
Revealed your enormous ingratitude

You just can't speak like that about my love
It 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 also beats a heart