Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela, menina
Que vem e que passa
Num doce balanço
A 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, por que estou tão sozinho?
Ah, por que tudo é 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 "ah"
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 "Ahhh"
Oh he watchs 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
Oh he watchs 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,
she just doesn't see
no, she doesn't see
but she doesn't see
she doesn't see
no, she doesn't see