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, whoa.

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, whoa.

Oh, but he watches her so sadly, how can you tell her he loves her?

Yes, he would give his heart gladly

But each day, when she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead, not at him.

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, he smiles but she doesn't see.

(Piano solo)

Ah, por que estou tгo sozinho? Ah, por que tudo й tгo triste?

Ah, a beleza que existe, a beleza que nгo й sу minha

Que tambйm passa sozinha.

(Trompette solo)

Oh, but he watches her so sadly, how can you tell her he loves her?

Yes, he would give his heart gladly

But each day, when she walks to the sea

She looks straight ahead, not at him.

Tall and tan and young and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes, he smiles, she just doesn't see.

No she doesn't see.