O Que Será (À Flor da Pele) (feat. Milton Nascimento)

What will you give me
What will it give me inside, will it give me
That sprouts from the skin, will it give me
And that rises to my cheeks and makes me blush
And that catches my eye and betrays me
And that squeezes my chest and makes me confess
What there is no longer a way to hide
And which it is not even right for anyone to refuse
And that makes me a beggar, makes me beg
Which has measure, nor will ever have
What has no cure, and never will
What has no prescription

What will it be
What happens inside us and what shouldn’t
That disrepects us, that is default
That is made of brandy that does not satisfy
What is done to be sick from a revelry
That not even ten commandments will reconcile
Not all oitments will alleviate
Not all brokeness, all alchemy
And not all the saints, will it be
Who have no rest, nor will ever have
Who is not tired, nor will ever be
What has no limit

What will you give me
That burns me inside, does it give me
That disturbs my sleep, will it give me
That all the tremors come to shake me
That all the burning comes to stir me up
That all the sweats come to soak me
That all my nerves are beggin
That all my organs are crying out
And a ghastly affliction makes me beg
Who is not ashemed, nor will ever be
Who has no government, nor will ever have
Who has no sense