Hino de Macaé - RJ

Where the sea kisses the brown sand
Where the river meets the sea
Where the Sun bathes the serene land
You are, Macaé, dreaming

Macaé, our voice is the history
Singing your charms, your skies
Your people, your years of glory
A past of so many trophies

Far away the Frade dominates your fields
Spreading out a plain like no other
On the horizon the lighthouse illuminates
The paths of the seafaring men

Macaé, my beloved land
That the years make you grow
For us, you are the land where life
Is always in constant rebirth