The Girl From Ipanema - Antonio Carlos Jobim
Olha que coisa mais linda,
mais cheia de graa
éela menina
que vem que passa
Num doce balano
caminho do mar
Moa do corpo dourado
do sol de Ipanema
O seu balanado
émais que um poema
éa coisa mais linda
que eu j ávi passar
Ah,porque estou to sozinho
Ah,porque tudo e to triste
Ah,a beleza que existe
A beleza que no és óminha
que tamb ém passa sozinha
Ah,se ela soubesse
que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo
se enche de graa
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 "Ahhh!"
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 "Ahhh!"
Oh,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 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 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 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.
She just doesn't see.
No,she doesn't see....
but she doesn't see.
She just doesn't see.
No,she doesn't see....