Look at this thing, most lovely most graceful It's her, the girl that comes, that passes with a sweet swinging walking to the sea
Girl of the golden body from the sun of Ipanema Your swaying is more than a poem It's a thing more beautiful than I have ever seen pass by
Ah, why am I so alone Ah, why is everthing so sad The beauty that exists The beauty that is not mine alone that also passes by on its own
Ah, if she only knew that when she passes the world smiles fills itself with grace and remains more beautiful because of love
Tall and tan 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 gently that when she passes each one she passes goes ahhh
Oh, 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 he