Olha que coisa mais linda, Mais cheia de graca. É ela a menina que vem e que passa, num doce balanco a caminho do mar. Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema, O seu balancado é mais que um poema, É a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar.
Ah, por que estou tao sozinho? Ah, por que tudo é tao triste? Ah, a beleza que existe, A beleza que nao é só minha, Que também passa sozinha.
Ah, se ela soubesse Que, quando ela passa, O mundo inteirinho se enche de graca 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 - aah Ooh But he watches her so sadly, How can he tell her he loves her, Yes it 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 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 doesn't see (She just doesn't see, she doesn't see)
Astrud Gilberto - The Girl from Ipanema
Olha que coisa mais linda, Mais cheia de graca. É ela a menina que vem e que passa, num doce balanco a caminho do mar. Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema, O seu balancado é mais que um poema, É a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar.
Ah, por que estou tao sozinho? Ah, por que tudo é tao triste? Ah, a beleza que existe, A beleza que nao é só minha, Que também passa sozinha.
Ah, se ela soubesse Que, quando ela passa, O mundo inteirinho se enche de graca 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 - aah Ooh But he watches her so sadly, How can he tell her he loves her, Yes it 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 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 doesn't see (She just doesn't see, she doesn't see)
