Текст песни Garota de Ipanema (Live) - Bossacucanova

Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela menina que vem e que passa
Num 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 sorrindo se enche de graça
E fica mais lindo por causa do amor

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 doesn't see
She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see, she doesn't see

She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see, baby (she doesn't see)

She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see, she doesn't see
She doesn't see...

She doesn't see

She doesn't see, hey
She doesn't see

Ed Motta, Roberto Menescal