Frank Sinatra
Miscellaneous
The Girl From Ipanema
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 - ooh
(Ooh) 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) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see, she never sees me,...)
Olha que coisa mais linda mais cheia de gra‡a
ela, menina, que vem e que passa
Num doce balan‡o, caminho do mar
Mo‡a do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema
O seu balan‡ado parece um poema
coisa mais linda que eu j vi passar
(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly
(Aah) Por que tudo eh tao triste?
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) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see (doesn't see)
(She just doesn't see, she never sees me,...)
Por causa do amor...
She just doesn't see...
Nem olha para mim...
She never sees me...
Por causa do amor...
