The Girl From Ipanema
                          
                               Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça
  É ela a menina que vem e que passa
  Num doce balanço a 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 já vi passar
  
  Ah, por que estou tão sozinho?
  Ah, por que 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 sorrindo se enche de graça
  E 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 watches 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 him
  
  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 him
  
  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