For this bread to eat, for this land to sleep
The certificate to be born and the license for smile
For let me breath, for let me exist
God shall pay you
For the pleasure to cry and to carry on
For the joke in the bar and football for applaud
A crime for comment and a samba to distract
God shall pay you
For this beach, this skirt, for the women from here
the made love poorly and quickly, to shave, and go out
For the Sunday that is beautiful, soap opera, Catholic mass and comic book, God shall pay you
For the free cachaça¹ that we have to swallow
For the smoke and misfortune that we have to cough
For the hanging scaffold from where we have to fall
God shall pay you
For one more day, agony, to support and watch
For the grinding of teeth , in the city to buzz
And for the demented scream that help us to run away
God shall pay you
For the carpideira² who praises us and spits on us
And for the flies, insects which kiss and cover us
And for the final peace that will redeem us in the end
God shall pay you