Noites Goianas

So gentle, so clear
So beautiful, so pure
Certainly there are none
They are nights of troubadours
Of kisses and vows
The nights from here

In Nice, in Lisbon
In the famous Italy
Such nights do not exist
They are nights only
Of the beautiful homeland
Of the Goyá Indian

Goiás nights
Are clear, are beautiful
They fear no rivals
Goiás people, they translate
Endless sweetness
The nights you love

They are nights only
Of the beautiful homeland
Of the Goyá Indian