The Girl from Ipanema

Olha que coisa mais linda, Mais cheia de graá§a በela 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 በa 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