Garota de Ipanema
Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela a menina que vem e que passa
Seu doce balanço a 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, por que estou tão sozinho?
Ah, por que 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 inteirinho se enche de graça
E fica mais lindo por causa do amor
Por causa do amor, por causa do amor
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
The Girl from 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
Escrita por: Antonio Carlos Jobim / Vinícius de Moraes