Olha que coisa mais linda Mais cheia de graça É ela menina Que vem e que passa
Num doce balanço, a caminho do mar
Moça do corpo dourado Do sol de Ipanema O seu balançado é mais que um poema
É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar
Ah, porque estou tão sozinho Ah, porque tudo é tão triste Ah, a beleza que ex
iste A beleza que não é só minha Que também passa sozinha
Ah se ela soubesse Que quando ela passa O mundo sorrindo Se enche de graça E fi
ca mais lindo Por causa de amor
Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when sh
e 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, "Ah"
Oh, 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 he
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking And when
she passes, he smiles But she doesn't see
Oh, but he sees her so sadly How can he tell her he loves her? Yes, he would giv
e his heart gladly But each day, when she walks to the sea She looks straight ah
ead, 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 No, she doesn't see But she doesn't see She doesn't see No,
she doesn't see
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