Hino de Colombo

There is a sun that fertilizes this land, a vast altar of work, prayer,
And the other light to warm our soul, that brightens the eyes, voice, and heart,
This is the heritage that the ancestors from Italy, homeland of song,
Bequeathed to us, Brazilians of today, who idolize this corner.

Chorus:
Colombo, beloved cradle, your superb future will be.
You are the grape capital of the State of Paraná.
The vines so rich, so pure that this blessed soil produces,
Have the essence of the holy symbol of the living blood of Jesus.

In the caves of Bacaetava, the astonishing expression of the Lord,
Who donated such a rare wonder to the landscape of peace and love.
Through the valleys the corn and tomatoes, on the hills the limestone gleams.
Here is Colombo growing under the blessings of Our Lady of the Rosary.

Chorus:
Colombo, beloved cradle, your superb future will be.
You are the grape capital of the State of Paraná.
The vines so rich, so pure that this blessed soil produces,
Have the essence of the holy symbol of the living blood of Jesus