Oh Que Será?

I believe in many things I haven't seen, and you all do too, I know
You can't deny the existence of something felt, no matter how ethereal it is
There's no need to show proof of decency, of what is so true
The only gesture is, to believe, or not
Sometimes, even believing while crying
It's an incomplete topic because it lacks an answer
An answer that maybe one of you can give

It's a technicolor theme to make something useful out of love
For all of us, amen

Oh, what will be?, what will be?
That sighs through the bedrooms
That whispers in verses of folk songs
That combines crazy questions for us
That’s in our heads, in our mouths
(Uh)
That’s rising through many holes
(Uh)
That’s talking loud in the cellar
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh)
And screams in the market, what the hell is that?

It's nature, it will be, what will be (will be, what will be)
That has no certainty and never gives you (and never gives you)
That has no concept, and never will (and never will)
That has no size

Oh, what will be?, what will be?
That lives in the ideas of those lovers
That the most delirious poets sing
That the drunken prophets swear
(Uuh-uuh-uuh)
It's in the pilgrimage of the mutilated
(Uh)
It's in the fantasy of the unhappy
(Uuh)
It's in the day-to-day of the sex workers
(Uuh)
And all the bandits and the downtrodden
(Uuh-uh)
In all its senses, it will be, what will be (will be, what will be)
That has no decency and never will (and never will)
That has no censorship and never will (and never will)
And lacks meaning

Oh, what will be?, what will be?
That no warning can prevent
That even the prisoners can't defy
That all paths will have to cross
(Uuh-uuh-uuh)
Where all signs will be consecrated
(Uuh)
And all the little kids will investigate
(Uuh)
And all destinies will find
(Uuh)
And the same eternal father who never went there
(Uuh-uh)
Will bless man again (will bless him)
Putting out hell's final flame (final flame)
Because it makes no sense to roll again (to roll again)
Due to lack of judgment

(Oh, what will be?)
(Oh, what will be?)
(Oh, what will be?)
That the prophet swears, the poet sings, and they’re shouting in the demo, oh, what will be?
(Oh, what will be?)
That wakes me up at night, makes me tremble, makes me cry
(Oh, what will be?)
They are ghosts, they are the ghosts, I feel the door knock three times, oh, who could it be?
(Oh, what will be?)
They sigh through the bedrooms and whisper verses of folk songs
Listen up!

(Oh, what will be?)
It has no size, and it’s nature, it’s in the mouths and in the heads
(Oh, what will be?)
All the little kids will investigate it and no warning can prevent it
(Oh, what will be?)
It will ring in every bell, and the one who’s asleep will wake up
(Oh, what will be?)
They are ghosts, they are the ghosts, I feel the door knock three times, oh, who could it be?

(Oh, what will be?)
They are ghosts
They are ghosts
They are ghosts
They are ghosts
I hear the door knock, oh! The door knock
(Oh, what will be?)
The bandit lives it, the downtrodden, the sex workers, the unhappy
The reverend, and the firefighter, the president, the shoemaker
And the teachers, the butcher, the citizen and the foreigner
Also the judge and the showbiz guy, the nurse and the nosy one
The santero, and the Marxist, the grocer and the masochist
Oh, what will be?