Hino de Santana - AP

I

Promised land,
dear city
of a friendly people, dressed in peace and guarded by God.
The river that adorns you,
is full of life,
produces food, leads to the shelter that houses yours.

Green eyes, forests
that hide mysteries
English ruins, perhaps Portuguese, maybe Phoenician?
Amapá is proud
of your beauty,
of your wealth and always shows you to illustrious visitors.

Perfect bond,
Santana and its people,
your people love you, and proudly content
of the gentle motherland, born in Portugal,
by the cleverness of Álvares Cabral.

II

To the rhythm of the river
your floating dock,
also ensures us abroad boundaries for our nation.
Brown Santana,
even though small,
walks further taking Amapá to Europe, to Japan.

This river of yore
was called Felipe.
For the Portuguese, it bathed tucujus under a tropical sun.
The heirs
of this warrior people,
await progress in the great industrial pole process.

Yesterday's Santana saw Moors pass by,
Today's Santana sees the glories arrive
Tomorrow's Santana, with faith and work, already!
It's hope, for the people of Amapá