| Se você disser que eu desafino amor
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| Saiba que isto em mim provoca imensa dor
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| Só privilegiados têm ouvido igual ao seu
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| Eu possuo apenas o que Deus me deu
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| Se você insiste em classificar
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| Meu comportamento de antimusical
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| Eu, mesmo mentindo devo argumentar
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| Que isto é bossa nova
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| Que isto é muito natural
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| O que você não sabe, nem sequer pressente
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| É que os desafinados também têm um coração
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| Fotografei você na minha Rolleiflex
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| Revelou-se a sua enorme ingratidão
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| Só não poderá falar assim do meu amor
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| Este é o maior que você pode encontrar, viu
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| Você com a sua música esqueceu o principal
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| Que no peito dos desafinados
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| No fundo do peito bate calado
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| Que no peito dos desafinados
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| Também bate um coração
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| (Antonio Jobim)
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| (This song is from Tony Jobim a famous brazilian singer)
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| I’ve got two English translations of Desafinado:
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| Translation 1:
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| Ella Fitzgerald’s version of Desafinado:
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| Love is like a never-ending melody
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| Always have compared it to a symphony
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| A symphony conducted by the lighting of the moon
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| But our song of love is slightly out of tune
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| Once your kisses raised me to a fever pitch
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| Now the orchestration doesn’t seem so rich
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| Seems to me you’ve changed the tune we used to sing
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| Like the bossa nova, love should swing
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| We used to harmonize, two souls in perfect time
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| Now the song is different and the words don’t even rhyme
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| Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always croon
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| So what good’s a heart that’s slightly out of tune
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| Tune your heart to mine the way it used to be
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| Join with me in harmony and sing a song of loving
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| We’ve got to get in tune again before too long
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| There’ll be no desafinado
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| When your heart belongs to me completely
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| Then you won’t be slightly out of tune
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| You’ll sing along with me
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| > (Very jazzy, swingy, and upbeat version)
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| Translation 2:
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| Desafinado
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| If you say my singing is off key, my love
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| You would hurt my feelings, don’t you see, my love
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| I wish I had an ear like yours, a voice that would behave
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| All I have is feeling and the voice God gave
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| You insist my music goes against the rules
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| Yes, but rules were never made for lovesick fools
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| I wrote this song for you don’t care
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| It’s a crooked song, ah, but my heart is there
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| The thing that you would see if you would play the part
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| Is even if I’m out of tume I have a gentle heart
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| I took your picture with my trusty Rolleiflex
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| And now all I have developed is complex
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| Possibly in vain, I hope you weaken, oh my love
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| And forget those rigid rules that undermine my dream of
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| A life of love and music with someone who’ll understand
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| That even though I may be out of tune when I attempt to say
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| How much I love you all that matters is the message that I bring
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| Which is, my dear, I love you |