For this bread for food, for this floor for bed
For the certificate to be born, for the allowance to laugh
For letting me breathe, for letting me live
May God pay you back
For the crying pleasure, for the words of support
For the pun at the pub, for the football as sport
For the crime for gossiping, for the samba to forget
May God pay you back
For some cloth, some women and a beach
The rushed love, shave myself and leave
For the church, the comics and this lovely eve
May god pay you back
For the free cachaça we must puke from
For the smoke and disgrace we must cough from
For the swinging scaffoldings we must fall from
May god pay you back
For one more agonizing day to bear and see
For the clenching teeth and this howling city
And for the mad scream that help us escape it
May god pay you back
For paid mourning that cries and spits over us
And for flyworms to kiss and embrace us
And for the peace that at last will redeem us
May god pay you back