| | Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça
É ela menina que vem que passa
Num doce balanço 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 existe
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 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
"A-a-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
"A-a-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 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.
Oh, 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 tanand young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles, but she doesn‘t see... |
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