Hino de Pirassununga - SP

Land of my loves
Region of dreams and joy
On whose soil flowers shine
In whose heaven poetry reigns

Through your fields praise the harvest
A Sun of peace illuminates everything
A bell rings in soft prayer
And the mallet resonates vigorously in the workshop

Of your school, sacred temple
Heralds of instruction depart
From your barracks, a soldier marches
For the defense of the auri-verde pavilion

Pirassununga
Golden Brazilian corner
Rain you from the blue
The golden graces of the cruise