歌词
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, por que estou tão sozinho?
Ah, por que 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 "Ahhh!"
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 "Ahhh!"
Oh,but he watches so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes,he would give his heart gladly.
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead
Not at he.
Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles
But she doesn't see.
Oh,but he watches so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes,he would give his heart gladly.
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead
Not at he.
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....
No,she doesn't see....
No,she doesn't see....
No,she doesn't see....