Garota de Ipanema

Look at that most beautiful thing,
So full of grace,
It's that girl, who comes and goes,
In a sweet swing, on her way to the sea.
Girl with a golden body,
From the Ipanema sun,
Her swaying is more than a poem,
It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen pass by.

Ah! How lonely I am.
Ah! How everything is so sad.
Ah! The beauty that exists,
The beauty that is not just mine
And also passes by alone.

Ah! If she only knew that when she passes by,
The whole world fills with grace
And becomes more beautiful because of love.

Just because of love...