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 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,
'Cause you forgot the melody our hearts would always 
croon,
And so what good's a heart that's slightly out of tune?

**Tune your heart to me the way it used to be,
Join with me in harmony and sing a song of loving.
We're bound to get in tune again before too long,
There'll be no desafinado When your heart belongs to me 
completely,
So you won't be slightly out of tune, You'll sing along 
with me.

You'll sing along with me.