Deus Lhe Pague

For this bread to eat, for this floor to sleep on
The birth certificate and the concession to smile
For allowing me to breathe, for allowing me to exist
May God repay you

For the pleasure of crying and for the: We're here for you
For the joke at the bar and the soccer to applaud
A crime to comment on and a samba to distract
May God repay you

For this beach, this skirt, for the local women
The quick, bad sex, the shaving and leaving
For the beautiful Sundays, soap operas, masses, and comic books
May God repay you

For the free booze, we're forced to swallow
For the wretched smoke we're forced to cough
For the pendent scaffolding that we have to fall from
May God repay you

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

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