Hino de Louvação a Morros

Hills! Hills! Hills!
Mother land that nurtured our ideal
Hills! Hills! Hills!
We love you with filial tenderness
Hills! Hills! Hills!
You are so beautiful, so lovely, so kind
You are a gift from heaven, a corner of Maranhão
Strong arm in the history of Brazil

Portuguese discovered you by chance
In the eagerness to conquer new lands
Unveiled your hills of fine sands
Rivers of crystal clear water and nature singing
In the voice of birds, springs, and forests
Of the warrior and virile indigenous, your culture is a legacy
Of a people; humble people with faith and tradition, oh! Gentle mother

Hills! Hills! Hills!
Mother land that nurtured our ideal
Hills! Hills! Hills!
We love you with filial tenderness
Hills! Hills! Hills!
You are so beautiful, so lovely, so kind
You are a gift from heaven, a corner of Maranhão
Strong arm in the history of Brazil

Your freedom echoed in the voice of the wind
In a lullaby blowing of annunciation
Wake up hills! You are already independent
Manoel Pires Ferreira made your emancipation
Forward hills building your history
For the glory of your manly people. From Munin you are a rare jewel
Sculpted and granted by the hills that defined the landscape

Hills! Hills! Hills!
Mother land that nurtured our ideal
Hills! Hills! Hills!
We love you with filial tenderness
Hills! Hills! Hills!
You are so beautiful, so lovely, so kind
You are a gift from heaven, a corner of Maranhão
Strong arm in the history of Brazil