Hino de Guaratinguetá

From the dawn of the noble homeland, you come, Guaratinguetá, stronghold of Itapacaré, of Félix and Leme as well, pioneers of the secular land. Herons - sailing your waters. Stars - shining in your sky, Trembling land, the valor of your virile sons will consecrate your immortal coat of arms.
Songs pouring in the moonlight the ardent inspiration of your minstrels, lyre, which, at dead of night, plays eternal in my heart.
Flight of white herons gleams, in the clear mornings, in flocks, sunbeams, weaving, over the rising village, the motto that will eternalize it. Towers, links of peace and faith, anointed by the Holy Hill; verses, in golden afternoons, celebrate, in flashes and sounds, the splendor of Guaratinguetá, anointed by the Holy Hill; verses, in golden afternoons, celebrate, in flashes and sounds, the splendor of Guaratinguetá.
No longer Paraíba Valley, green shrine, will have an equal jewel, cradle of daring people who silently build (unceasingly) your future.
Chime the chorus of glory, for you, Guaratinguetá. Presence of Rodrigues Alves, of Frei de Sant´Ana Galvão, pro-men, your north and beacon. Glories - to mark your History, City - valley in bloom under the blue, Trembling land, the valor of your virile sons will consecrate your immortal coat of arms.
Guará, source of all love - love that will never fade, blessed soil, where one day I will come to rest.