Tá Ruim, Mas Tá Bom

I owe, to Mrs. Maria from the market
It's bad for me, I even go around the corner
So Mrs. Maria doesn't see me
When she sees me, she gets upset
So Mrs. Maria doesn't see me
When she sees me, she gets upset
(I owe!)
When I go further
I bump into Mr. Manuel from the bar
Who charges me for a shot and pork crackling
That has been on the tab for over a month
Not to mention.... I owe
The rent to the Portuguese
Without any... it's hard to get by
I bend but I don't break
Tomorrow will be better
I go to work and endure Joana's complaints
Who hasn't been to the market for weeks
And pleads to baby Jesus
Says the gas man doesn't forgive
The light company will cut the power
But I'm fine, all good
There I go carrying this cross
It's bad but it's good, I have faith
That life will get better
Hey, hold on Mr. Zé
I owe more but I want to pay
Seventeen fifty for milk and bread at the bakery
Twenty bucks that Jorge the bookie lent me at the little shop
The TV installment that broke down under warranty
A candle my wife lit for seven days