Under the sky of this beloved homeland
Another hundred years of struggle and labor
Today gird thy name, Guarulhos
That rose by thy own worth

Chimneys, like raised spears
Point us the path to pursue
Working, overcoming hinderances
Unfurling the standard of the morrow

Thy squares are open books
Where we read future and glory
Crispiniano and Bueno dost gleam
As eternal figures in history

May thy name, in another centenary
And proclaimed in the Tupi language
Be an anthem of peace, of hope
Chanted by thy happy people

Thou wert born small, João Álvares
The Jesuit hath blessed thee with faith
Thou art now 'city of progress'
A land that triumphs stalwart

Hark, then, Guarulhensians, forward
With bravery in the feverish struggle
For São Paulo and for all that is ours
And, above all, for Brazil