Les paroles
Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl
from Ipanema goes walking, and when
she passes, each one she passes goes
a-a-h...
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
a-a-h...
Oh, but I watch her so
saddly.
How can I tell her I
love her?
Yes, I would give my heart
gladdly. 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.
