Hino de Nova Friburgo - RJ

Friburguenses, let's sing the day
That arises glorious today,
In this land where love and poetry
Are like the native flowers as well
Listening to the whispers of the breeze,
Reflecting that all-blue sky,
The serene Bengalas glides
Under the gaze of the Southern Cross.

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Hail, thickets of Morro Queimado,
That the Swiss dared to pierce,
For a century has now passed,
It's worth remembering that time.

From the sigh in the nostalgic fountain,
There are three souls moaning in pain,
Repeating this melodious prayer
Of longing, jealousy, and love
These immense mountain ranges,
Reaching the veil of the clouds,
Are steps placed in height,
Are stairs that lead to the sky.

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Let's crown with verses and flowers
The Princess of the Organs, gentle,
Rocked in her dreams of love
From the breezes to the subtle song.
In your bosom of peace and calm,
We want to sleep in eternal rest,
Sweet yearning of our hope,
Hope of our future.

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