The Girl From Ipanema

Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy, from Ipanema, goes walking
And when he passes, each girl, he passes, goes, "Ah!"
When he walks, she's like a samba
That swings, so cool, and sways, so gently
That, when he passes, each girl, he passes, goes, "Ah!"

Oh, but I watch him, so sadly
How can I tell him, I love him?
Yes, I would give my heart, gladly
But each day, when he walks, to the sea
He looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall and tan and young and handsome
The boy, from Ipanema, goes walking
And when he passеs, I smile, but he, doesn't see
No, no, no, no, no, no

A bеleza 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
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm