bembeyaz kum apaçık mavi bir deniz, gökyüzünde yuvarlak hatlara sahip monet bulutları, elimde de rengarenk bi kokteyl bi de lületaşından tesbih; hayranlığımı haykırmak istediğim kurulanmaya giden bronzlaşmış bi hanım(belki dark elf) önümüzden geçmekte-o sırada da bu şarkı çalıyor.(zaten bu şarkı çalmazsa, bi de sinatra söylemezse amına koyim öyle hayalin)
tall, tan, young, lovely
the girl from ipanema goes walking and
when she passes i smile
but she doesn't see-doesn't see
she just doesn't see, she never sees me...(içerim yanıyor sözlük)
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, shes like a samba
that swings so cool and sways so gentle
that when she passes, each one she passes goes - ooh
(ooh) but i watch her so sadly
how can i tell her i love her
yes i would give my heart gladly
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 doesnt see (doesnt see)
(she just doesnt see, she never sees me,...)
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