Hino de Guapiara - SP

Guapiara city child
In your bosom wealth is enclosed
Your green is our Hope
Your name is Gold in the Sierra

Your fields are full of flowers
Your afternoons are full of sun
Your breeze speaks to us of loves
When the moon illuminates the twilight

Everything is beautiful in your meadows and hills
Your charms rise to a thousand
Your horizons are poetic
Beautiful daughter of our Brazil