"Así es mi tierra"
Mario Chacón S.
Tambito

There in the mount close to the clouds,
close to the creek. I have my ranch made
mess of straw, full of loves. My four cows
my white colt are my exchequer A brown
wife four kids that so much I adore. (Bis)

And in the nights, when the moon
With his (its) rayito, it (he, she) illuminates
us It is heard in the distance... A guitar.
That sadly sings his (its) sorrow (sentence)
This way it is my people (village), like that it is my land.

Dear Earth my Costa Rica that so much I want
Piece of sky four milpitas I venerate you.
Though you are flogged by the gales that
it (he, she) gives the life
I defend my Costa Rica for you I die. (Bis)

There in the mount
close to the clouds, close to the creek.
I have my ranch made mess of straw,full of loves.
My four cows my white colt are my exchequer
A brown wife four kids that so much I adore. (Bis)

And in the nights, when the moon
With his (its) rayito, it (he,she) illuminates
us It is heard in the distance... A guitar.
That sadly sings his (its) sorrow (sentence)
This way it is my people (village), like that it is my land.

Dear Earth my Costa Rica that so much I want
Piece of sky four milpitas I venerate you.
Though you are flogged by the gales that it (he, she) gives the life
I defend my Costa Rica for you I die. (Bis)

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