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"Se voce disser que eu desafino amor Saiba que isso em mim provoca imensa dor So previlegiados tem ouvido igual ao seu Eu possuo apenas o que deus me deu E se voce insiste em classificar Com o meu comportamento de anti-musical Nao lhes vou mentir ate vou comentar Que isso e bossa-nova Que isso e muito natural Que voce nao sabe nem sequer pressente E que os desafinados tambem tem um coracao Fotografei voce na minha role-flix Revelou-se a sua enorme engratidao So nao podera falar assim do meu amor Que bem maior que voce pode encontrar Voce passou a musica e esqueceu o principal Que no peito dos desafinados No fundo do peito bate calado No peito dos desafinados tambem bate um coracao (Antonio Jobim) (This song is from Tony Jobim a famous brazilian singer) I've got two English translations of Desafinado: Translation 1: Ella Fitzgerald's version of Desafinado: Love is like a never-ending melody Always 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 doesn't seem so rich Seems to me you've 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 don't even rhyme Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always croon So what good's a heart that's slightly out of tune Tune your heart to mine the way it used to be Join with me in harmony and sing a song of loving We've got to get in tune again before too long There'll be no desafinado When your heart belongs to me completely Then you won't be slightly out of tune You'll sing along with me > (Very jazzy, swingy, and upbeat version) Translation 2: Desafinado If you say my singing is off key, my love You would hurt my feelings, don't you see, my love I wish I had an ear like yours, a voice that would behave All I have is feeling and the voice God gave You insist my music goes against the rules Yes, but rules were never made for lovesick fools I wrote this song for you don't care It's a crooked song, ah, but my heart is there The thing that you would see if you would play the part Is even if I'm out of tume I have a gentle heart I took your picture with my trusty Rollerflex And now all I have developed is complex Possibly in vain, I hope you weaken, oh my love And forget those rigid rules that undermine my dream of A life of love and music with someone who'll understand That even though I may be out of tune when I attempt to say How much I love you all that matters is the message that I bring, Which is, my dear, I love you "

Если ты скажешь, что я пою фальшиво, любовь моя, Ты обидишь меня, разве не понимаешь, любовь моя? Жаль, что у меня нет такого слуха, как у тебя, Голоса, который был бы послушен. Все, что у меня есть, – чувство И голос, который дал Бог. Ты настаиваешь на том, что моя музыка идет против правил. Да, но правила сделаны не для дураков, томящихся от любви. Я написал эту песню для тебя, Но тебе все равно. Эта песня не идеальна, ах, Но в ней мое сердце. Ты увидишь, если подыграешь, Что даже если я фальшивлю, у меня нежное сердце. Я сфотографирую тебя своим верным "Роллейфлексом", 1 И теперь все, что я получил, – комплекс. Возможно, зря я надеюсь, что ты поддашься, о, любовь моя, И забудешь те строгие правила, которые разрушают мою мечту О жизни с любовью и музыкой с тем, кто поймет, Что, хотя я могу фальшивить, когда пытаюсь сказать, Как сильно я люблю тебя, Все, что имеет значение, – сообщение, которое я доставляю, Вот оно: дорогая моя, я люблю тебя!