The Boy From Ipanema

Tall, and tan, and young, and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes
Each one he passes goes – “ah.”

When he walks he’s like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gentle
That when he passes
Each one he passes goes – “ah.”

Oh, but I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love him
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day when he walks to the sea
He looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, and tan, and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes
I smile – but he doesn’t see

Olha que coisa mais linda,
mais cheia de gra?a
? ela menino
que vem e que passa
Num doce balan?o
caminho do mar
Mo?o do corpo dourado
do sol de Ipanema
O seu balan?ado
? mais que um poema
? a coisa mais linda
que j? vi passar

Oh, but I watch him so sadly
How can I tell him I love him
Oh yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day when he walks to the sea
He looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, and tan, and young and handsome
The boy from Ipanema goes walking
And when he passes
I smile – but he doesn’t see
No he doens’t see
He just doens’t see
No he doesn’t see
He just doesn’t see
He’s…not for me
He just…doesn’t see
No he doesn’t see
He just doesn’t see…