Look, what a beautiful thing, More full of
grace, it's her, girl, who comes and passes, In a sweet swing, on the way to the sea.
Moà of the golden body, Of the sun of Ipanema, Your
swing is more than a poem
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen
pass
Oh, why am I so alone? Oh, why is everything so sad? Ah, the beauty that
exists The beauty that is not just
mine, That also passes alone.
Ah, if she knew That when she passes, The world
/>smiling It is filled with grace And it becomes more
beautiful Because of love.
Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from
Ipanema goes walking 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 - ooh< br/>(Ooh) But he watch 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 (doesn't
see) (She just doesn't see, she never sees me,...)