Hino de Matinhos - PR

O romantic cradle, of naive splendor.
O daughter of the Atlantic, O paradise in bloom.
In the calm you long for, shrine of the sea.
Your mermaids are unmatched jewels.

Princess of the sea, of gentle paths.
I want to sing your glories Matinhos.

In the blue dawn, you shining.
You are a fairy tale that the sun gilds.
In serene nights, secret murmur.
Only the sea, your singer, is heard.

Princess of the sea, of gentle paths.
I want to sing your glories Matinhos.

Sweetness without measure, propitious nook.
Oasis pointing to vast expanse.
Your sea without borders, sublime and virile.
In playful waves, it kisses you subtly.

Princess of the sea, of gentle paths.
I want to sing your glories Matinhos.

Its grim cares, O happy beach.
In you, lovers walk so gently.
With a radiant life, there is nothing more beautiful.
Beloved Matinhos, gentle Caiobá.

Princess of the sea, of gentle paths.
I want to sing your glories Matinhos.