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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 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, 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 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 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 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