Pan Stan Getz
Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de gra231a
201 ela a menina que vem e que passa
num doce balan231o a caminho do mar
Mo231a do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema
O seu balan231ado 233 mais que um poema
201 a coisa mais linda que eu j225 vi passar
Ah por que estou t227o s243zinho
Ah por que tudo 233 t227o triste
Ah a beleza que existe
A beleza que n227o 233 s243 minha
Que tamb233m passa sozinha
Ah se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo se enche de gra231a
E fica mais lindo por causa do amor
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