Olha que coisa mas linda mas cheia
De graca e ela menina que vem
E que passa num doce balanco a caminho do mar

Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema
O seu balancado e mais que um poema
E a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar

Ah! Por que estou tao sozinho?
Ah! Por que tudo e tao triste?
Ah! A beleza que existe
A beleza que nao e so minha
Que tambem passa sozinha

Ah! se ela soubesse que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo se enche de graca
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 "ahh"

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 "ahh"

Oh, but he [1: watches 2: sees 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 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
No, she doesn't see
But she doesn't see
She doesn't see
No, she doesn't see