Frank Sinatra – The Girl from Ipanema (with Tom Jobim)

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 – ooh

Ooh But I watch her so sadly, How can I tell her I love her,
Yes I would give my heart gladly.
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see
(She just doesn't see, she doesn't see)

Olha que coisa mais linda,
Mais cheia de graça.
É ela a 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 ja vi passar.

Ooh But I watch her so sadly,

Ah, por que tudo é tão triste?

Yes I would give my heart gladly,

But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, tan, young, lovely the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile but she doesn’t see.

Por causa do amor,

She just doesn’t see,

…

She never sees mee

Por causa do amor,