Sala de Recepção

Inhabited by simple and so poor people
Who only have the Sun that covers everyone
How can you, mango tree, sing?

So know that we don't wish for anything else
At night, the silver Moon
Silent, listens to our songs

Up there is a cross
Where we say our prayers
And we are proud to be the first champions

I say and affirm that happiness lives here
And the other schools even cry
Envying your position

My mango tree, you are the reception room
Here enemies embrace
As if they were brothers