Tall and tan and young and lovely 
The girl from Ipanema goes walking 
And when she passes, 
each one she passes goes 
"A-a-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 
"A-a-ah!" 

Oh, but he watches 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. 

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 tanand young and lovely 
The girl from Ipanema goes walking 
And when she passes 
He smiles, but she doesn‘t see...