Sabe-se Lá
Amália Rodrigues
Who Knows
There's no telling why I'm down now
Don't deny me your esteem
Because the waterwheel of the well, when it cries
Doesn't always go on top
No one can laugh at us
If bad luck bothers us
Because if God doesn't help us
There's no wheel that spins more
Than the wheel of bad luck
Who knows, when luck is good or bad
Who knows, what tomorrow will bring
A honorable and good life quickly unravels
No one knows, when born, why a person is born
The key is to be strong
To be strong and not be afraid
Because in truth, luck, like death
Always comes, sooner or later
No one escapes their fate
Not even what is destined
Because, by a divine spell
There are those who are born small
To fulfill a great destiny
