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, mas cheia de graзa
Ela й a menina que vem e que passa
Num doce balanзa a caminho do mar
Moзa do corpo dourado do sol del Ipanema
O seu balanзado parece um poema
Й a coisa mais linda que eu jб vi passar

(Ooh) But I watch her so sadly
(Aah) Por que tudo й tгo 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, tan, young, 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...

  P.S. Хочу признаться. Любовь к джазу, блюзу, босса-нове у меня появилась не сама по себе, а только после того, как стала читать Мураками (тот, который Харуки). Те, кто увлекаются его книгами, поймут меня, потому что знают каков Мураками меломан и знаток истории музыки. О песне "The Girl From Ipanema" я узнала именно из его книг, и сразу полюбила её. Мне кажется, нет на свете легче этой мелодии, она насквозь пропитана солнцем :)))