Pan

Pan Stan Getz

Olha que coisa mais linda

Mais cheia de gra231a

201 ela a menina que vem e que passa

num doce balan231o a caminho do mar

Mo231a do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema

O seu balan231ado 233 mais que um poema

201 a coisa mais linda que eu j225 vi passar

Ah por que estou t227o s243zinho

Ah por que tudo 233 t227o triste

Ah a beleza que existe

A beleza que n227o 233 s243 minha

Que tamb233m passa sozinha

Ah se ela soubesse

Que quando ela passa

O mundo sorrindo se enche de gra231a

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 ah

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 day 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 he smiles

but she doesn't see