As carbon has for oxygen
As the carp has for a hook
I have a connection with the Latin-American
I have an affinity for "Desafinado"
I don't have any of it in my blood, in my genes
But that's just when I let myself go
Too bad for the Latin-American purists
And too bad if it's not my town, not my land
It sends you flying high with the crows
Bossa
It carries me to South America without an ocean liner
Bossa
It makes you cross the seas far from the Mirabeau bridge
Bossa
It makes it like you're in the air, kicking off your boots
That's beautiful, that's beautiful, that's beautiful,
But go piano, go piano, go piano, go
That's beautiful, that's beautiful, that's beautiful,
Go on, piano, go piano, go piano, go
It's me who's burning and it's she who lights me up
Poor singer, a bit of a mutt,
His heart is in cinders, his soul consumes itself,
He has an affinity for "Desafinado"
Bye bye, town, bye bye wood of Vincennes
Bye bye Sylvie, bye Melinda
I'm going back to be with the Latin-American
I'm going to see the land of the "Samba de uma nota"
It sends you flying high with the crows
Bossa
It carries me to South America without an ocean liner
Bossa
It makes you cross the seas far from the Mirabeau bridge
Bossa
It makes it like you're in the air, kicking off your boots
That's beautiful, that's beautiful, that's beautiful,
But go piano, go piano, go piano, go
That's beautiful, that's beautiful, that's beautiful,
Play, but go piano, go piano, go piano, go
But that's beautiful, that's beautiful, that's beautiful,
Go piano, go piano, go piano, go
That's beautiful, that's beautiful, that's beautiful,
Go piano, go piano, go piano, go