Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de gra�a
� ela, menina
Que vem e que passa
Num doce balan�o
Caminho do mar
Mo�a do corpo dourado
Do Sol de Ipanema
O seu balan�ado
� mais que um poema
� a coisa mais linda
Que eu j� vi passar
Ah, por que estou t�o sozinho?
Ah, por que tudo � t�o triste?
Ah, a beleza que existe
A beleza que n�o � s� minha
Que tamb�m passa sozinha
Ah, se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo, sorrindo
Se enche de gra�a
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: 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: Ah
Oh, 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
