Que Va Ser de Ti

The hunter's time has come
The hunter, the deer has already caught
What will become of you
If the morning surprises you
What will become of you if the morning surprises you,
If all the sun enters your veins, if they greet you with handkerchiefs,
If the children smile at you, if they sow love in you
And you know nothing of love.

What will become of you.

What will become of you, if the poets discover you,
If the painters draw you, if the mothers do not forget,
If in a sigh we ignore you, if the words run out,
And the walls wear out.

What will become of you.

What will become of you when your iron turns to snow,
If you are as brave in the barracks as a brothel owner,
Don't forget
When your time comes.

If the morning surprises you! What will become of you
And all the sun enters your veins! What will become of you
If they greet you and smile! What will become of you
And you know nothing of love! What will become of you,
What will become...
If the words have run out! What will become of you
And if the missing ones! What will become of you
If you are guilty and we put you! What will become of you
Back against the wall. What will become
Back against the wall. What will become of you,
What will become...