O Que Será (A Flor Da Terra)

And all my nerves are begging
And all my organs are crying out
And a dreadful anguish makes me plead
For what has no shame, and never will
For what has no control, and never will
For what has no sense

What could it be that gives you
What could it be, my love, what gives you
That doesn’t let you rest, what could it be
Could it be my affection wants to hurt me
Could it be it’s time for him to loaf around
Could it be he’s out for the rest of the day
Could it be he left with bad company
Could it be this kid wants to torment me
Could it be he never tires of defying
For what has no rest, and never will
For what has no fatigue, and never will
For what has no limits

What could it be that is
Inside us, that shouldn’t be
That disobeys us, that is rebellious
That’s like a liquor that doesn’t satisfy
That’s like being sick from a wild spree
That not even ten commandments will reconcile
Not all the ointments will ease
Not all the troubles, all the alchemy
Not even all the saints, could it be
For what has no control, and never will
For what has no shame, and never will
For what has no sense