Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graca - E ela menina que vem, que passa Num doce balanco caminho do mar.
Moca do corpo dourado do sol de Ipanema, O seu balancado e mais que um poema, E a coisa mais linda que eu ja vi passar.
Ah-, porque estou tao sozinho? Ah-, porque tudo e tao triste? Ah-, a beleza que existe, A 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 E fica mais lindo por causa do amor.
(Female vocals by Astrud Gilberto)
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- (oh-), but he watch[es] her so sadly... How can he tell her he loves her? Yes, it 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-...
(Sax solo by Stan Getz, piano solo by Tom Jobim)
(Sax accompaniment till fade)
Oh-, but he sees her so sadly... How can he tell her he loves her? Yes, it 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 doesn't see-... But she doesn't see-... She doesn't see-... No, she doesn't see-... Mm-mm-mm...