Garota de Ipanema

Look what a beautiful thing
So full of grace
It's her, the girl who comes and goes
Her 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 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, because of love

Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes: A-a-ah!
When she walks she's like a samba that
Swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes: A-a-ah!

Oh, but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her?
Yes, I would give my heart gladly
But each day when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead not at me
Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes I smile, but she doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No, she doesn't see