La Chica De Ipanema

Look what a beautiful thing, so full of grace
Is that girl, who comes and goes
With her swaying, on the way to the sea
She with a golden body, from the Ipanema sun
And her swaying, is like a poem
And she never even looks at me as she passes by.
Oh, I feel so lonely. Oh, I feel so sad.
Oh, the beauty that exists, the beauty that is not only
Hers, and I dream that maybe it will lull me.
Oh! If she only knew that when she passes by
The smiling world, is filled with grace
With her swaying on the way to the sea.