The Girl from Ipanema

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 gentle

That when she passes, each one she passes goes, "Ah"

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

Tall, and tan, and young, and lovely

The girl from Ipanema goes walking

And when she passes he smiles, but she doesn't see

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 sozinha?

Ah, por que tudo é tão triste?

Ah, a beleza que existe

A beleza que não é só minha

Que bem passa sozinha

Ai, se ela soubesse que quando ela passa

O mundo sorrindo se enche de graça

E fica mais lindo por causa do amor

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

And 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