O Que Será

What will be, what will be?
What’s sighing in the shadows?
What’s whispering in verses and rhymes?
What’s plotting in the dark of the hideouts?
What’s in the minds, what’s on the lips?
What’s lighting candles in the alleys?
What’s shouting loud in the dive bars?
And screaming in the markets that for sure
Is in the nature, what will be, what will be?
What has no certainty and never will?
What can’t be fixed and never will?
What has no size...

What will be, what will be?
What lives in the thoughts of these lovers?
What the wildest poets sing?
What the drunken prophets swear?
What’s the pilgrimage of the broken?
What’s in the fantasies of the unhappy?
What’s in the daily lives of the sex workers?
In the plans of the crooks and the downtrodden?
In every sense...
Will it be, what will be?
What has no decency and never will?
What has no censorship and never will?
What makes no sense...

What will be, what will be?
What all the warnings won’t prevent?
Because all the laughter will defy?
Because all the bells will ring?
Because all the hymns will sanctify?
And all the kids will break free?
And all the destinies will meet?
And even the eternal priest who’s never been there
Looking at that hell will bless
What has no government and never will?
What has no shame and never will?
What has no sense...

La la la la la....

What will be, what will be?...
What all the warnings won’t prevent...

... what has no government and never will...
... what has no shame and never will...
... what has no sense....