Look what a beautiful thing
More full of grace
She is the girl who comes and who
Passes by, in a sweet swing on the way to the sea
Girl with a golden body from the sun of
Ipanema
Your swing is more than a poem
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen ¡ vi
Pass
Ah, why am I so alone?
Ah, 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 whole world is filled with grace
And 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 gently
That when she passes, each one she passes goes, aah
Ooh but he watches so sadly
How can he tell her he loves her
Yes, he would give his heart gladly
But instead 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
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
She just doesn't see
She just doesn't see
She just doesn't see 't see
She just doesn't see
She just doesn't see

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