Garota de Ipanema

Olha que coisa mais linda
Mais cheia de graça
É ela menina
Que vem e que passa
Num doce balanço
Caminho do mar

Moça do corpo dourado
Do sol d' 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 é tão triste
Ah! a beleza que existe
A beleza que não é só minha
Que também passa sozinha

Ah! Se ela soubesse
Que quando ela passa
O mundo só inteirinho
Se enche de graça
E fica mais lindo
Por causa do amor

Tall and tanned and young and lovely
The girl from ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, each one she passes goes - ahhh!

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 - oohh!

Oh, 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 tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see

Oh, 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 tanned and young and lovely
The girl from Ipanema goes walking
And when she passes, I smile - but she doesn't see
She just doesn't see, no, she just doesn't see...