Garota de Ipanema

Look what a beautiful thing
So full of grace
It's her, the girl
Who comes and goes
In a sweet swing, on the way to the sea

Girl with the 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, why am I so lonely?
Ah, why is everything so sad?
Ah, the beauty that exists
The beauty that is not just mine
That 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
Because of love