Oh Que Será

Oh what will be, what will be, that walks sighing through the bedrooms
That is heard whispering in verses and troubadours
That is combining crazy questions for us
That is in the minds, is in the mouths
That is ascending through high gaps
That are speaking loudly in the cellars
Shouting in the markets, what thing is that
It's nature, what will be
That has no certainty and never gives it
That has no concept and never will
That has no measure

Oh what will be, what will be that lives in the ideas of its lovers
That the most delirious poets sing
That the intoxicated prophets swear
That is in the pilgrimage of the mutilated
That is in the most unhappy fantasies
Dreamed in the morning by the prostitutes
Thought by the bandits, the helpless
In every way it will be, what will be
That has no decency and never will
That has no censorship and never will
That makes no sense

Oh what will be, what will be, that no threat can avoid
Because all the laughter will challenge
And all the bells will ring
Because all the anthems will consecrate
And all the children will celebrate
And all destinies will meet
And the same eternal father who never speaks
Seeing that hell will bless it
That has no government and never will
That has no shame and never will
What has no judgment

Oh what will be, what will be, that no threat can avoid
Because all the laughter will challenge
And all the bells will ring
Because all the anthems will consecrate
And all the children will celebrate
And all destinies will meet
And the same eternal father who never speaks
Seeing that hell will bless it
That has no government and never will
That has no shame and never will
What has no judgment