Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça  
É ela menina que vem 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, 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 
"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...