"Olha que coisa mais linda,
Mais cheia de graca
E ela menina
Que vem que passa
Num doce balanco
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, porque estou tao sozinho
Ah, porque 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, aaaaaah
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, aaaaaah
Ooh, 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 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
Ooh, but he 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 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
"