João Gilberto/Stan Getz The Girl from Ipanema Lyrics

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 émais que um poema,
Éa 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 inteirinho se enche de graça,
É 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, aah.
Ooh, 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 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 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 doesn't see.
She just doesn't see,
But she doesn't see,
But she doesn't see.