The Girl from Impanema

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 walkin'
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, ah

Ohh, but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her?
Yes I 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 walkin'
And when she passes, I smile but she doesn't see

Ohh, but I see her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her?
Yes I 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 walkin'
And when she passes
I smile 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