Hino de Contagem

Hail land of such splendor,
Of past, culture, and coats of arms,
Of Nobility, hope, labor
And affection in manly hearts.

Your progress is evident
In a certain and happy future.
Contagem, our contented soul,
Wants you, loves you, and blesses you.

In its unparalleled green fields,
Flowers and lights bloom in Campinas,
The distant hammer roars to sing,
In the noise there in the workshops.

Your progress is evident
In a certain and happy future.
Contagem, our contented soul,
Wants you, loves you, and blesses you.

Its happy children toil,
Seeking progress and beauty,
In fields of beautiful hues,
In factories of such wealth.

Your progress is evident
In a certain and happy future.
Contagem, our contented soul,
Wants you, loves you, and blesses you.

Long live Contagem...
Long live Contagem...
Long live Contagem...