Coisa Mais Linda

Olha que coisa mais linda
mais cheia de gra?a
? ela menina que vem e que passa
nun doce balan?o, caminho do mar...

Mo?a do corpo dourado, do sol de Ipanema
O seu balan?ado ? mais que un poema
? a coisa mais linda
que eu j? vi passar...

Ah! Porque estou t?o sozinho
Ah! Porque tudo ? t?o triste
Ah! A beleza que existe

A beleza que n?o ? s? minha
que tamb?m passa sozinha

Ah! Se ela soubesse
que quando ela passa
o mundo sorrindo
se enche de gra?a
e fica mais lindo
por causa do amor
por causa do amor
por causa do amo

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Tall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes — ahhh
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 — aaah
(ooh) 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 (doesn’t see)
(she just doesn’t see, she never sees me,…)