Girl From Ipanema
 Olha que coisa mais linda
 Mais cheia de graça
 É ela 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! 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 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
 (Ooh) But he watches her so sadly,
 How can he tell her he loves her
 Yes he would gives 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
 (Ooh) But he sees her so sadly,
 How can he tell her he loves her
 Yes he would gives 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