Olha que coisa mais linda

mais cheia de graça 

É ela menina que vem e que passa 

nun doce balanço, caminho do mar...



Moça do corpo dourado, do sol de Ipanema

O seu balançado é mais que un poema

é a coisa mais linda

que eu já vi passar...



Ah! Porque estou 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, ah



When she walks it's like a samba

That swings so good and sways so gently

That when she passes

Each one she passes goes, ah



Ooh 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

She 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

She smiles but she doesn't see



She just doesn't see

She just doesn't see

She just doesn't see