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, 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 he smiles But she doesn't see She doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, baby (she doesn't see) She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see, she doesn't see She doesn't see... ♪ She doesn't see ♪ She doesn't see, hey She doesn't see ♪ Ed Motta, Roberto Menescal