Garota de Ipanema (The Girl From 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 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, 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

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

But I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her: I love you?
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 tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking and
When she passes, I smile, but she doesn't see, doesn't see