The Girl From Ipanema

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 gentle
 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
 Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça
 É ela a menina, que vem e que passa
 Num doce balanço a caminho do mar
 Moça do corpo dourado, do sol de Ipanema
 O seu balançado é mais que um poema
 É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar
 Ah, por que estou tão sozinha?
 Ah, por que tudo é tão triste?
 Ah, a beleza que existe
 A beleza que não é só minha
 Que bem passa sozinha
 Ai, se ela soubesse que quando ela passa
 O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça
 E fica mais lindo por causa do amor
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 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
 And 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
 No, she doesn't see
 But she doesn't see