Hino do Município de Icatu

My dear Icatu!
Queen of the proud Munim
Of your ancestors
The story goes like this
In the seventeenth century
When the fleet arrived here
There was a great battle
And blood-soaked the sand

Land of blazing sun
With cliffs and mangroves
Murmuring the current
Your crowns and corrals
Warrior friends, let’s play the toré
Let’s always raise to God
Our love, our faith

Oh! My happy little corner
That always lives in my heart
Blessed Icatu
By the Virgin Conception
Your lush fields
Your crystal-clear waters
This land has been a stage
For battles and great massacres

Land of blazing sun
With cliffs and mangroves
Murmuring the currents
Your crowns and corrals
Warrior friends, let’s play the toré
Let’s always raise to God
Our love, our faith

I see this endless lake
I behold your great beauty
A picture so simple
By nature itself
Sailing the green seas
The brave fisherman appears
Tending the fertile soil
The tireless and good farmer

Land of blazing sun
With cliffs and mangroves
Murmuring the currents
Your crowns and corrals
Warrior friends, let’s play the toré
Let’s always raise to God
Our love, our faith