Garota De Ipanema

Garota  De  Ipanema  -  Baden  Powell

Tall  and  tan  and  young  and  lovely

The  girl  from  Ipanema  goes  walking

And  when  she  passes

Each  one  she  passes  goes,  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,  ah

Oh,  but  he  watches  so  sadly

How  can  he  tell  her  he  loves  her?

Yes,  he  would  give  his  heart  gladly

But  each  day  when  she  walks  to  the  sea

She  looks  straight  ahead,  not  at  he

Tall  and  tan  and  young  and  lovely

The  girl  from  Ipanema  goes  walking

And  when  she  passes  he  smiles

But  she  doesn't  see

Olha  que  coisa  mais  linda  mais  cheia  de  graça

É  ela,  a  menina  que  vem  e  que  passa

Num  doce  balanço  caminho  do  mar

Moça  do  corpo  dourado  do  sol  de  Ipanema

O  seu  balançado  é  mais  que  um  poema

É  a  coisa  mais  linda  que  eu  já  vi  passar

Ah,  porque  estou  tão  sozinho

Ah,  porque  tudo  é  tão  triste

Ah,  a  beleza  que  existe

A  beleza  que  não  é  só  minha

Que  também  passa  sozinha

Ah,  se  ela  soubesse  que  quando  ela  passa

O  mundo  sorrindo  se  enche  de  graça

E  fica  mais  lindo  por  causa  do  amor

Oh,  but  he  watches  so  sadly

How  can  he  tell  her  he  loves  her?

Yes,  he  would  give  his  heart  gladly

But  each  day  when  she  walks  to  the  sea

She  looks  straight  ahead  not  at  he

And  tall  and  tan  and  young  and  lovely

The  girl  from  Ipanema  goes  walking

And  when  she  passes

He  smiles  but  she  doesn't  see

She  just  doesn't  see

No,  she  doesn't  see

But  she  doesn't  see