Hino de Santos - SP

Santos poem, gardens by the beach
City and sea port
You have the magic of strange boats
At the bar waiting to enter
Hills, cheerful balconies
Suspended in the grove
Santos of old streets
By the dockside
That hide secrets

Your flowering paineiras
Willows that weep
In the old canals
Santos, take care girl
Of your beauties
Never lose them

The blooming flamboyants
Imperial palm trees
Urubuqueçaba Island
The green stronghold
In the waves of the sea

Oh! Santos
You are too beautiful!