Frank Sinatra
The Girl from Ipanema
Tall and tan and young and lovely,
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 - ooh
(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly,
how can I tell her I love her
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely,
And when she passes, I smile -
but she doesn't see (doesn't see)

Olha que coisa mais linda mais cheia de graa
ela, menina, que vem e que passa
Num doce balano a caminho do mar
Moa do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema
O seu balanado parece um poema
a coisa mais linda que eu j vi passar
(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly
(Aah) Por que tudo eh tao triste?
Tall, tan, young, lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)
Por causa do amor...
She just doesn't see...
Nem olha para mim...
She never sees me...
Por causa do amor