Hino de São Paulo

Paulistas, for just a moment
Of your four centuries
Before your land without borders
Your São Paulo of the flags!

Leave the present behind
Look at the past ahead
Come with Martim Afonso to São Vicente
Climb the Serra do Mar!

Beyond, up there
Bartira dreams peacefully
In her virgin hammock of the Plateau

Peek, oh, among the emerald foliage
Kiss the Star Cross of the Garland!

Now, listen!
There comes, grinding the gravel
Boots of nine leagues, João Ramalho

Up the mountain, from the lowlands of the restinga
Comes climbing the robe
Of Nóbrega and Anchieta!

Contemplate the fields
Of Piratininga!
This is the college
Ahead is the backcountry

Go, follow the entrance!
Face, advance, invest!
North, South, East, West!

In flag or monsoon
Tame the wild Indians
Break the jungle, open mines, cross rivers!

In the bed of the deposit
Awakens the dormant gemstone
Twist the strong arms
And take the gold from its hiding places!

Pan, sift the ore
Work, plant, populate!
Then return to the drizzle!

And guess, behind that curtain
In the evening, adorned with beads
The Sacred Hill
At the Cry of Ipiranga!

Now partially unveil
The coffee plantation, Lord of the Horizons!
You will see flowing through plains, valleys, mountains
Factories, stations, silos, skyscrapers!