Deus Lhe Pague

For this bread to eat, for this floor to sleep
The birth certificate to be born and the permission to smile
For letting me breathe, for letting me exist
God bless you

For the pleasure of crying and for the 'we are here'
For the joke at the bar and the soccer to applaud
A crime to comment on and a samba to distract
God bless you

For this beach, this skirt, for the women from here
The poorly made love quickly, shaving and leaving
For the beautiful Sunday, soap opera, mass, and comic book
God bless you

For the free booze we have to swallow
For the smoke, misfortune, that we have to cough
For the scaffolding, pendants, that we have to fall
God bless you

For another day, agony, to endure and watch
For the grinding of teeth, for the city buzzing
And for the insane scream that helps us escape
God bless you

For the mourning woman to praise and spit on us
And for the flesh-eating flies to kiss and cover us
And for the ultimate peace that will finally redeem us
God bless you