Hino de Votorantim - SP

My land has charms
It has natural beauties
It has gardens, riverine nooks
And mineral riches
In industries it has power
It has churches for the faithful
It has schools, light of science
In sports it has laurels

Its soil is a source
Of a thousand riches
Its climate is tropical
It's a piece of Brazil
And for this reason fervently
I will love until the end
This land of splendor
This my Votorantim

Sounds of machines, factories
And of waters flowing
In whispers of mutes
Echoing through space
They are chords of victory
In a musical mystery
Proclaiming its glory
And unmatched power

Its soil is a source
Of a thousand riches
Its climate is tropical
It's a piece of Brazil
And for this reason fervently
I will love until the end
This land of splendor
This my Votorantim

Smokestacks, smoking
Are always showing
The operating industries
That magnify the place
Where an exuberant people
Who work tirelessly
Built this giant
Majestic and unique

Its soil is a source
Of a thousand riches
Its climate is tropical
It's a piece of Brazil
And for this reason fervently
I will love until the end
This land of splendor
This my Votorantim