Desafinado

When I go to sing, you don't let me
And always the same complaint comes
Saying that I'm out of tune, that I can't sing
You are so beautiful
But so much beauty can also fade away

If you say I'm out of tune, my love
Know that this causes immense pain in me
Only the privileged have ears 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 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
This is the greatest you can find
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