Hino do Município de Pitangui

Beloved Holy Old Lady,
My ideal Pitangui
I come to sing with a choked voice,
The affection I have for you,
And, in this discreet waltz,
Your poet son
Who loves you too much
Sings your glory and wealth
City nobility of Minas Gerais.

O Pitangui of the salons
Of the grand manor houses
Your presence is in the hearts
And will never leave them.
Listen, dear city,
This song of longing
From one who kissed your motherly hands
Cannot forget you ever.

Whenever I return to see you
To kill the longing
I feel stronger reasons to love you
And a thousand temptations to stay.
That's why I cry while singing
And sing while crying, without hiding anything
Dear mother Pitangui,
If I was born in your bosom
There I want to die.