Olha que coisa mais linda, <br /><br />Mais cheia de graca. <br /><br />É ela a menina que vem e que passa, <br /><br />num doce balanco a caminho do mar. <br /><br />Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema, <br /><br />O seu balancado é mais que um poema, <br /><br />É a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar. <br /><br />Ah, por que estou tao sozinho? <br /><br />Ah, por que tudo é tao triste? <br /><br />Ah, a beleza que existe, <br /><br />A beleza que nao é só minha, <br /><br />Que também passa sozinha. <br /><br />Ah, se ela soubesse <br /><br />Que, quando ela passa, <br /><br />O mundo inteirinho se enche de graca <br /><br />E fica mais lindo por causa do amor, <br /><br />Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking <br /><br />And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ah <br /><br />When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so <br /><br />gently <br /><br />That when she passes, each one she passes goes - aah <br /><br />Ooh But I watch her so sadly, How can I tell her who loves her, <br /><br />Yes it would give his heart gladly, <br /><br />Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking <br /><br />And when she passes, he smiles - but she doesn't see <br /><br />(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly, how can tell her I love her <br /><br />Yes I would give my heart gladly, <br /><br />But each day, when she walks to the sea <br /><br />She looks straight ahead, not at me <br /><br />Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking <br /><br />And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see <br /><br />(She just doesn't see, she doesn't see)
