Hino de Açailândia

Here in the city where I live
With every sunrise
A new hope grows
Yearnings of a people
Who speaks with his hands

At the fountain where the poet lives
Son of the Açaí
Aboios, in the field
Wood, rice
And the tears of our mistresses

Açailandia express progress
Maranhão axis
And to the pioneer our affection
From the bottom of my heart

The hand is always open
In the bonds of union
The children of the earth sleep
With immigrants
From the whole nation

Amidst so much joy
In so much dedication
We exalt man
That came from far away
And brought hope in his hands

Açailandia express progress
Maranhão axis
And to the pioneer our affection
From the bottom of my heart