Olha que coisa mas linda
Mais cheia de graca
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
a coisa mais linda
Que eu ja vi passar

Ah! Por que estou
tao sozinho?
Ah! Por que tudo
e tao triste?
Ah! 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

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 gentle
That when she passes, each one she passes goes — ooh

(ooh) but I watch her so sadly
How can I tell her I love her
Yes I would give my heart gladly
But each day, when she walks to the sea
She looks straight ahead, not at me

Tall, (and) tan, (and) young, (and) lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile — but she doesn’t see (doesn’t see)
(she just doesn’t see, she never sees me…)