Love is like a never ending melody,
Poets have compared it to a symphony,
A symphony conducted by the lighting of the moon,
But our song of love is slightly out of tune . . . .

Once your kisses raised me to a fever pitch,
Now the orchestration doesnt seem so rich,
Seems to me youve changed the tune we used to sing,
Like the bossa nova love should swing . . . .

We used to harmonize two souls in perfect time,
Now the song is different and the words dont even rhyme,
Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always croon,
What goods a heart thats slightly out of tune?

Tune your heart with mine the way it used to be,
with me in harmony and sing a song of love,
Were bound to get in tune again before too long,
Therell be no Desafinado when your heart belongs to me completely
Then you wont be slightly out of tune, youll sing along with me!