Hino do Município de Icatu
Hinos de Cidades
Anthem of the Municipality of Icatu
My dear Icatu!
Queen of the magnificent Munim,
From your ancestors,
History tells it this way:
In the seventeenth century,
When the fleet arrived here,
There was a great battle,
And the sand was soaked with blood.
Land of scorching sun,
With cliffs and mangroves,
Whispering streams,
Your marshes and pens,
Warrior friends, play the toré,
Let's always raise to God
Our love, our faith.
Oh! My happy homeland,
That always lives in my heart,
Blessed Icatu,
By the virgin conception,
Your green fields,
Your crystal-clear waters,
This land has been the stage
Of battles and great slaughters.
Land of scorching sun,
With cliffs and mangroves,
Whispering streams,
Your marshes and pens,
Warrior friends, play the toré,
Let's always raise to God
Our love, our faith.
I see this endless lake,
I contemplate your great beauty,
Such a simple picture
By nature itself.
Sailing the green seas,
The brave fisherman emerges,
Cultivating the fertile soil,
The tireless and good farmer.
Land of scorching sun,
With cliffs and mangroves,
Whispering streams,
Your marshes and pens,
Warrior friends, play the toré,
Let's always raise to God
Our love, our faith.
