Oh Que Será (O que Será)

Oh what will be, what will be
That they are sighing in the bedrooms
That they are whispering in verses and troubadours
That they are hiding under the clothes
That they are in the minds and on the lips
That they are lighting candles in alleys
They say it out loud in the taverns
They shout in the market, it is for sure
In nature, what will be
That has no certainty, and never will
What has no solution, and never will
That has no size

Oh what will be, what will be
That lives in the ideas of lovers
That the most delirious poets sing
That the intoxicated prophets swear
That is in the pilgrimages of the mutilated
That is in the most unhappy fantasies
It is lived day by day by the prostitutes
It is thought by the bandits, the helpless
And in every sense, 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 all warnings will not prevent
Because all laughter will defy
And all bells will ring
Because all signs will consecrate
Because all children will break free
And all neighbors will meet
And the same eternal father who never was there
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 lives in the ideas of lovers
That the most delirious poets sing
That the intoxicated prophets swear
That is in the pilgrimages of the mutilated
That is in the most unhappy fantasies
It is lived day by day by the prostitutes
It is thought by the bandits, the helpless
And in every sense, what will be
That has no decency, and never will
That has no censorship, and never will
That makes no sense