Look what a beautiful thing
More full of grace
She is a girl
Coming and passing
In a sweet swing
Path of the sea
Girl with the golden body
From the sun of Ipanema
Your swing
is more than a poem
It's the most beautiful thing
That I've already seen it go
Ahh, because I'm so alone
Ahh, because everything is so sad
Ahh, the beauty that exists
The beauty that doesn't It's just mine
That it also passes alone
Ahh, if only she knew
That when it passes
The whole world
Is filled with grace
And it gets more beautiful
Because of love
Tall and tan, young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes aah!
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 aah!
Oh, but he watchs her so sadly
How can he tells 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, young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
He smiles but she doesn't see
Oh, but he watch her so sadly
How can he tells 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, 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
Oh, she doesn't see
But she doesn't see
She doesn't see
Oh, she doesn't see

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