Nhạc sĩ: Antonio Carlos Jobim, Vinícius de Moraes
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes,
each one she passes goes, ah.
And when she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gently that when
she passes, each one she passes goes, ah.
Oh, but he watches her so sadly, how can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly, but each time when she walks to the sea, she looks
straight ahead, not at him.
Oh, but he would give his heart gladly, but each time when she walks to the sea, she looks
straight ahead, not at him.
Oh, but he sees her so sadly, how can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, he would give his heart gladly, but each time 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,
she smiles, but she doesn't see.
She just doesn't see.
No, she doesn't see.
But she doesn't see.
