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 ja vi passar. 
    Ah! Por que estou tão sozinho?
    Ah! Por que tudo é tão triste?
    Ah! beleza que existe!
    beleza que não é só minha,
    Que também passa sozinha

    Ah! Se ela soubesse
    Que quando ela passa,
    O mundo inteirinho 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 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 but he watch 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

Oh 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 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 does not see, but she does not see
She does not see, no she does not see