Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela a menina que vem e que passa
Num doce balanço a caminho do mar
Moça do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema
O seu balançado émais que um poema
Éa 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, sol hindo, 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 instead 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 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 [6x]