Look what a beautiful thing,
More full of grace?
? She is the girl who comes and passes,
In a sweet balan? on the way to the sea.
Mo? of the golden body of the sun of Ipanema,
Your swing? of? more than a poem,
? the most beautiful thing I've ever seen? I saw it pass by.
Ah, why am I there? alone?
Ah, why everything? t? sad?
Ah, the beauty that exists,
The beauty that doesn't exist? s? mine,
What also? passes alone.
Ah, if she only knew
That, when she passes,
The whole world is filled with grace?
And it becomes more beautiful because of love,
(Ooh) 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 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) x6

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