El Maicerito

Because of the way I walk
Because I'm going to sow the land
Because I wear boots and a hat
Because I mispronounce words
Because they see me carrying a sack
They say that I am a corn farmer
Because my hands are rough
Because I get lost in the capital
Because I'm swimming in my clothes
Long live the corn farmers who produce sustenance!
Long live the corn farmers who produce sustenance!
Those who live in the city
And many others who are coming from the countryside
Without seeing the treasure they are losing by coming
With great strength, I want to shout
To those who are still breathing
The pure peasant air
Take care of your dignity
It is in the land where
Our country's destiny lies
Soon they will see
Intellectuals from the city coming
Looking for the poor little corn farmer
To buy rice, beans, and corn from him
To buy rice, beans, and corn from him
Lend him a machete, boots, and a hat
Send him to sunbathe and get caught in a downpour!
So he realizes the cost of being a corn farmer!
Long live Costa Rica! Long live the peasant!
Long live the tools and the stones on the road!
Long live Costa Rica! Long live the peasant!
Long live the tools and the stones on the road!