Garota de Ipanema

Olha que coisa mais linda, Mais cheia de graça,
É ela menina, Que vem que passa
Num doce balanço, 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, shes like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
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 give 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 doesnt see

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(ooh) but he watches her 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 him

Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles - but she doesnt see
(she just doesnt see, she just doesnt see,...)