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Olha que coisa mais linda,         Look at this thing, most lovely
mais cheia de graзa         most graceful
Й ela menina         It's her, the girl
que vem que passa         [bad word]  that passes
Num doce balanзo         with a sweet swinging
caminho do mar         walking to the sea

Moзa do corpo dourado         Girl of the golden body
do sol de Ipanema         from the sun of Ipanema
O seu balanзado         Your swaying
й mais que um poema         is more than a poem
Й a coisa mais linda         It's a thing more beautiful
que eu jб vi passar         than I have ever seen pass by

Ah, porque estou tгo sozinho         Ah, why am I so alone
Ah, porque tudo e tгo triste         Ah, why is everthing so sad
Ah, a beleza que existe         The beauty that exists
beleza que nгo й sу minha         The beauty that is not mine alone
que tambйm passa sozinha         that also passes by on its own

Ah, se ela soubesse         Ah, if she only knew
que quando ela passa         that when she passes
O mundo sorrindo         the world smiles
se enche de graзa         fills itself with grace
fica mais lindo         and remains more beautiful
por causa do amor         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 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 ahhh

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
she just doesn't see