Tum-tum-dum, pm-gm-gm, pm-gm-gm.

Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graca -
ela menina que vem, que passa
Num doce balanco caminho do mar.

Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema,
O seu balancado e mais que um poema,
a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar.

Ah-, porque estou tao sozinho?
Ah-, porque tudo e tao triste?
Ah-, a beleza que existe,
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
fica mais lindo por causa do amor.

(Female vocals by [bad word] Gilberto)

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- (oh-), but he watch[es] her so sadly...
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, it 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-...

(Sax solo by Stan Getz, piano solo by Tom Jobim)

(Sax [bad word] till fade)

Oh-, but he sees her so sadly...
How can he tell her he loves her?
Yes, it 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-...
Mm-mm-mm...