Stan Getz, João Gilberto and Astrud Gilberto - The Girl From Ipanema

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, por que estou tão sozinho?
Ah, por que tudo é tão triste?
Ah, a beleza que existe
A beleza que não é só minha
Que também passa sozinha.

Ah, se ela soubesse que quando ela passa
O mundo inteirinho se enche de graça
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 - ah

When she walks, she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes,
Each one she passes goes - aah

Ooh (Ooh) But he watches her so sadly,
How can he tell her he love 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 (Ooh) But he watches her so sadly,
How can he tell her he love 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
She just doesn't see,
No, she doesn't see.
But she doesn't see.