Nat King Cole - The Girl From Ipanema

Вот хороша, стройна, загорела, Идет мимо девушка из Ипанемы. В ритме самбы, Плавно качаясь, идет... Но... Отчего я печален? О... Я хочу ей признаться... Да!.. Должен я ей открыться... Но не смотрит она на меня, Лишь на море все смотрит она... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça É ela menina que vem que passa Num doce balanço caminho do mar Moça do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema O seu balançado é mais que um poema É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passar Ah, porque estou tão sozinho Ah, porque tudo e tão triste Ah, a beleza que existe A beleza que não é só minha que também passa sozinha Ah, se ela soubesse que quando ela passa O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça E fica mais lindo por causa do amor Tall and tan and young and lovely the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes each one she passes goes ahhh 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 ahhh Oh, but he watches so sadly How can he 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 he Tall and tan and young and lovely the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes he smiles but she doesn't see she just doesn't see Oh, but he watches so sadly How can he 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 he Tall and tan and young and lovely the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes he smiles but she doesn't see she just doesn't see