The Girl From Ipanema

Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graá§a
Á ela menina
Que vem que passa
Num doce balaná§o
Caminho do mar.

Moá§a do corpo dourado
Do sol de Ipanema
O seu balaná§ado
É mais que um poema
Á a coisa mais linda
Que eu já¡ vi passar.

Ah, porque estou tá£o sozinho
Ah, porque tudo e tá£o triste
Ah, a beleza que existe
A beleza que ná£o é só minha
Que também passa sozinha.

Ah, se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo
Se enche de graá§a
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, aaaaaah.

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, aaaaaah.

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.