Girl From Ipanema

Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela menina
Que vem e que passa
Num doce balanço
A caminho do mar
Moça do corpo dourado
Do sol de Ipanema
O seu balançado
É mais que um poema
É a coisa mais linda
Que eu já vi passar
Ah! porque estou tão sozinho?
Ah! porque tudo é tão triste?
Ah! a beleza que existe
A beleza que não é só minha
Que também passa sozinha
Ah! Se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo
Se enche de graça
E fica mais lindo
Por causa do amor
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes,
Each one she passes goes - ah
When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes,
Each one she passes goes - Ah
(Ooh) But he watches her so sadly,
How can he tell her he loves her
Yes he would gives his heart gladly,
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at him
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles -
But she doesn't see
(Ooh) But he sees her so sadly,
How can he tell her he loves her
Yes he would gives his heart gladly,
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at him
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles -
But she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No she doesn't see
But she doesn't see
She doesn't see
No she doesn't see