The Girl From Ipanema
Antonio Carlos Jobim
Olha que coisa mais linda, Mais cheia de graca,
E ela menina, Que vem que passa
Num doce balanco, caminho do mar
Moca do corpo dourado, Do sol de Ipanema,
O seu balancado e mais que um poema
E a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar
Ah, porque estou tao sozinho,
Ah, porque tudo e tao triste,
Ah, a beleza que existe
A beleza que nao e so minha, Que tambem passa sozinha
Ah, se ela soubesse, Que quando ela passa,
O mundo sorrindo 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 "a-a-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 "a-a-ah!"
Oh, but I watch her so sadly,
How can I tell her he 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,
No she doesn't see