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
