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, porque sou tão sozinho
Ah, porque 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 ahh
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 ahh
Oh, but he watches her so sadly
How can he tell her I love 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, but he sees her so sadly
How can he tell her I love 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
