Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela menina
Que vem e que passa
Num doce balanço
A caminho do marMoça do corpo dourado
Do sol de Ipanema
O seu balançado é mais que um poema
É a coisa mais linda que eu já vi passarAh, 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 sozinhaAh, se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça
E fica mais lindo
Por causa do amorTall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes
Goes ahWhen she walks she's like a samba
That swings so cool and sways so gently
That when she passes, each one she passes
Goes ahOh, but he watchs 'er so sadly
How can he tell her that 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 heTall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles,
But she doesn't seeOh, 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 heTall and tan and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, he smiles,
But she doesn't seeShe just doesn't see
No, she doesn't see
But she just doesn't see
She just doesn't see
No, she just doesn't see