Hino de Bezerros - PE

Hail beloved and lofty land
That rises through the past
Hail soil where I was happily born
Oh! Bezerros my sacred cradle

On the banks of the Ipojuca river
You are in your cradle pondering
A future of full progress
As much as one can aspire
Unfurling your flag
We call upon your people to march

The trumpets of victory have already sounded
Your history can be written
We foresee your days of glory
That will extend to your children

In this State shines a star
Among other places to shine
Igniting with a spark
The ideal that will make rise
Other lands that upon seeing it
Will seek to achieve progress