Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça É ela a menina que vem e que passa Num doce balanço, 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 gently That when she passes Each one she passes goes: Ah! Oh, but he watch 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 smile But she doesn't see Oh, 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 She just doesn't see No, she doesn't see, but she doesn't see She doesn't see, no, she doesn't see...