Olha que coisa mas linda mas cheia De graca e ela menina que vem E que passa num doce balanco a caminho do mar
Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema O seu balancado e mais que um poema E a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar
Ah! Por que estou tao sozinho? Ah! Por que tudo e tao triste? Ah! A beleza que existe A beleza que nao e so minha Que tambem passa sozinha
Ah! se ela soubesse que quando ela passa O mundo sorrindo se enche de graca 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 'ahh'
When she walks she's like a samba That swings so cool and sways so gentle That when she passes, each one she passes goes 'ahh'
Oh, but he [1: watches 2: 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 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