O Que É, o Que É

And life?
And life, what is it, tell me, my brother?
Is it the beat of a heart?
Is it a sweet illusion?
And life

Is it wonder or is it suffering?
Is it joy or lament?
What is it, what is it, my brother?

Some say that our life
Is nothing in the world
It's a point, it's a time
That doesn't even last a second
Some say it's a divine
Profound mystery
It's the breath of the creator
In an act full of love
You say it's struggle and pleasure
He says life is to live
She says it's best to die
Because loved it's not
And the verb to suffer

I only know that I believe in the girl
And in the girl I put the strength of faith
It's us who make life
As it may be or can be or want

Always desired
Even if it's wrong
No one wants death
Only health and luck

And the question rolls
And the head stirs
I stick with the purity of children's answers
It's life, it's beautiful and it's beautiful

To live, and not be ashamed of being happy
To sing, and sing, and sing the beauty of being an eternal apprentice
I know that life should be much better, and it will be!
But that doesn't stop me from repeating
It's beautiful, it's beautiful and it's beautiful