Look what a beautiful thing
More full of grace
She is the girl who comes and passes
on a sweet swing on the way to the sea
Girl with the body golden sun of Ipanema
Your swing is more than a poem
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen pass by
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 only knew
That when she passes
The smiling world 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 gently
That when she passes,
Each one she passes goes ah!
Oh, but he watches 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
Oh, but he watches 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
br/>The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes he smiles
but she doesn't see

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