Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela 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 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 he

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 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 he

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