Olha que coisa mais linda,
Mais cheia de gra a.
  ela a menina que vem e que passa,
num doce balan o a caminho do mar.
Mo a do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema,
O seu balan ado  mais que um poema,
 a coisa mais linda que eu j  vi passar.

Ah, por que estou t o sozinho?
Ah, por que tudo   t o triste?
Ah, a beleza que existe,
beleza que n o   s  minha,
Que tamb m passa sozinha.

Ah, se ela soubesse
Que, quando ela passa,
O mundo inteirinho se enche de gra a
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 - 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 - aah
Ooh But he watches so sadly, How can he tell her he loves her, 
Yes he would give his heart gladly, 
but instead 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 

(saxaphone solo)

(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)x6