Regina Elis
Elis For Her
Girl From Ipanema
Look what a beautiful thing
more full of grace
It's her, girl, who comes and goes
On a sweet swing, path to the sea
Moca with the golden body of the sun of Ipanema
Your swing is more than a poem
It's the most beautiful thing
I I've seen it pass
Ah, why am I so alone?
Ah, why is everything so sad?
Ah, the beauty that exists
The beauty that is not only mine
That she also passes alone
Ah, if she only knew
That when she passes
The whole world is filled with grace
And it becomes more beautiful because of love

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