For the stale bread to eat and for the hard ground to sleep on
A certificate for being born and allowance for smiling
For allowing me to breath, for allowing me to exist
God bless you
For the relief of crying and for "we'll be around"
For a joke in the bar and a football match to applaud to
A crime to comment about and a samba song to distract
God bless you
For this beach, this skirt, the women from here
Love sadly made in a hurry, he shaves and leaves
For the pretty Sundays, the soap operas, the masses and the comic books
God bless you
For the free drinks we have to swallow
For the damned smoke we have to cough
For the hanging scaffolding we have to fall from
God bless you
For one more day, agony, we had to endure and watch for
For the grinding of teeth, for the noisy city
And for the deranged yell that helps us to escape
God bless you
For the weeper woman who praises and spit at us
And for the screwworm flies that kiss and cover us
And for the ultimate peace that redeem us in the end
God bless you.