Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from 
Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - aah
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 - aah
Ooh How I watch her so sadly, How can I tell her I love 
her,
Yes i would give my heart gladly,
But each day, as she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see

Olha que coisa mais linda,
Mais cheia de graca.
É ela a menina que vem e que passa,
num doce balanco a caminho do mar.
Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema,
O seu balancado é mais que um poema,
É a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar.

Ah, por que estou tao sozinho?
Ah, por que tudo é tao triste?
Ah, a beleza que existe,
A beleza que nao é só minha,
Que também passa sozinha.

Ah, se ela soubesse
Que, quando ela passa,
O mundo inteirinho se enche de graca
E fica mais lindo por causa do amor,

(Ooh) How I watch her so sadly, how can tell her I love 
her
Yes I would give my heart gladly,
But each day, as she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me
Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely, the girl from 
Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see
(She just doesn't see, she just doesn't see, she 
doesn't see me)