Hino de São Gonçalo do Amarante

These lowlands that the sun of Ceará embraced
And where the festive breeze whispers sweet nothings of love
In these lands, once, the Anacés ruled with might
With all their strength and valor, they stood proud

São Gonçalo, blessed cradle
Of vibrant children
In words and in action
Receive, oh my land
These vibrant verses
That flow from the heart
With deep emotion

The tall carnaúbas under the moonlight
And that the eternal moon kisses in sweet serenades
Come to remind you, with reason and for your pride
That you are the gentle bride of the carnauba groves

Your dunes so white and beaches adorned
With majestic coconut palms and lush cashew trees
Your brave rafts that are launched into the sea
Reflect the boldness of your ideals