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