Rainha Do Paraná

When spring arrives
I see my humble home
All adorned with flowers

The rose reminds me
Of the port of Paranaguá
That nest of loves

From the church of Rocio
Where the pilgrim asked
For a grace and obtained it

There is nothing more divine
Than the crystal clear dew
Of the night that calmed

It was the month of November
The story says, I remember
Nature flourished

In a beautiful field of roses
A miraculous Saint
Appeared one night

There they built a sanctuary
Where the Virgin of the Rosary
Attended to the afflicted

With the dew that fell
Holy Virgin of Rocio
Received this name

When the sailors arrive
Our Brazilian brothers
At the port of Paranaguá

When they leave the ship
They go to the church of Rocio
To implore its blessings

Asking for happiness
For the storms to end
That pour down on the sea

They ask for peace and protection
So that the bread never lacks
On the table of a poor home

Holy Virgin of Rocio
Who sees you and who saw you
Will never forget

Your profound miracles
That to the children of this world
You never tire of showing

For the grace received
The promised memory
The pilgrims will take

To the Immaculate Lady
Who was once proclaimed
The queen of Paraná