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 e tão triste 
Ah, a beleza que existe 
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 
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, aaaaaah

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, aaaaaah

Ooh, 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 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 

Ooh, 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 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