For the bread we eat, for the cold ground where we sleep
For the right to be born, for the concession to smile
For allowing me to breath, for allowing me to exist
God shall pay you
For allowing me to cry and the "see you around"
For the joke on the pub and the soccer to clap
For a crime to discuss and a samba to get distracted
God shall pay you
For the beach,the skirt, all the woman in here
For the rushed quick love, shaving and then leaving
For the beautiful sundays, soap operas, church and comics
God shall pay you
For the free drinking that we have to swallow
For the smoke and despair that we have to cough
For the scaffoldings, all edges, from which we have to fall
God shall pay you
For another agonizing day, to endure and watch
For the gritting of teeth, heard all over the city
For the demented scream, that allow us to escape
God shall pay you
For the fake old woman tears, to bless and curse us
For the flies that kiss and cover all of our bodies
For the final peace,that will finally redeem us
God shall pay you