Oh, Que Será
Oh, qué será, qué será?
Que andam suspirando pelas alcovas
Que andam sussurrando em versos e trovas
Que andam combinando no breu das tocas
Que anda nas cabeças, anda nas bocas
Que andam acendendo velas nos becos
Que estão falando alto pelos botecos
Que gritam nos mercados, que com certeza
Está na natureza, será que será
O que não tem certeza, nem nunca terá
O que não tem conserto, nem nunca terá
O que não tem tamanho
Oh, ¿qué será, qué será?
Que vive en las ideas de los amantes
Que cantan los poetas más delirantes
Que juran los profetas embriagados
Que está en las romerías de mutilados
Que está en las fantasías más infelices
Los sueñan de mañana las meretrices
Lo piensan los bandidos, los desvalidos
En todos los sentidos será qué será?
Que no tiene decencia, ni nunca tendrá
Que no tiene censura, ni nunca tendrá
Que no tiene sentido
Oh, qué será, qué será?
Que todos os avisos não vão evitar
Porque todos os risos vão desafiar
Porque todos os sinos irão repicar
Porque todos os hinos irão consagrar
E todos os meninos vão desembestar
E todos os destinos irão se encontrar
E o mesmo padre eterno que nunca foi lá
Al ver aquel infierno, lo bendecirá
Que no tiene gobierno, ni nunca tendrá
Que no tiene vergüenza, ni nunca tendrá
Lo que no tiene juicio
Oh, What Will Be
Oh, what will be, what will be?
That are sighing in the alcoves
That are whispering in verses and rhymes
That are arranging in the darkness of the dens
That walks in the minds, walks in the mouths
That are lighting candles in the alleys
That are talking loudly in the bars
That shout in the markets, that surely
Is in nature, what will be
What is not certain, and never will be
What is not fixable, and never will be
What has no size
Oh, what will be, what will be?
That lives in the ideas of lovers
That sing the most delirious poets
That the intoxicated prophets swear
That is in the pilgrimages 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 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
Because all bells will ring
Because all anthems will consecrate
And all children will run wild
And all destinies will meet
And the same eternal father who never went there
Upon seeing that hell, will bless it
That has no government, and never will
That has no shame, and never will
What has no judgment