Text: Eliane Elias. Bossa Nova Stories. 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 graca
E ela, a menina que vem e 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

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