Hino de Diamantina - MG

When the beautiful moonlit night
Turns the stones silver
Diamantina takes to the streets
Transformed into a serenade
Untamed serenaders
Strumming guitars
Bring music to the ears
And longing to the hearts.

The passionate serenade
Runs through the streets of Macau
Capistrana Cavalhada
São Francisco, Burgalhau
These winding streets
Are so easy to understand
They descend crazily for diamonds
Rise eagerly for stars.

Even from afar, Itambé
Hears the almost muted sounds
Raises its blue monk hands
And blesses Diamantina
If nothing remains of a dream
Only longing, only that, nothing more,
How beautiful is a serenade,
On a moonlit night.