Hino de Quixabeira - BA

We hear a voice
Shouting loudly
A strong arm
With firmness it raised
Full of glory
In a cozy corner
So dazzling
Wielded with magic

It's our land
Our home, our place
It's there that I feel
Everything new reborn
Quixabeira you are ours
Beloved land
Such fertile ground
That makes everything flourish

Your colors represent on the flag
The dark green
That took from your wood
The black of your fruit
It's so bright
Inside the white
Brings peace
To the Brazilian

Your wealth
Is the fruit that feeds
No one laments
For here there is only abundance
Your fields
Have more flowers than the garden
Behold for me
The most perfect beauty

Our streams
Ponds and lowlands
The old river
That magnifies nature
In the water vein
I see fish sailing
Birds flying
In the caatinga, what beauty

You are a people
So humble and hospitable
In the vein flows
Blood full of emotion
People who make
Worth the strength of a myth
Discoverer
Of a new habitation