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Look what a beautiful thing
More full of grace
It's her, girl
Coming and passing
In a sweet swing
On the way to 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 I've ever seen pass
br/>Ah, why am I so alone?
Ah, why is everything so sad?
Ah, the beauty that is
The beauty that is not It's just mine
That it also passes alone
Ah, if she only knew
That when it passes
The world smiles
It is filled with grace
And it becomes more beautiful
Because of love
Tall and tanned
And young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes
Each one she passes goes: A-a-ah!
When she walks
She's like a samba that
Swings so cool
And sways so gentle
That when she passes< br/>Each one she passes goes: A-a-ah!
Oh, but he watches her so sadly
How can he tell her that 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 tanned
And young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes he smile
But she doesn't see
Oh, but he watches her so sadly
How can he tell her that 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 tanned
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
She doesn't see
She just doesn't see
She doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No, she doesn't see