O Que Será?

What will it be, what will it be?
Who are sighing in the alcoves
That go around whispering in verses and rhymes
That go around arranging things in the darkness of their dens
What's in people's heads is in people's mouths
Who light candles in the alleys
Who are talking loudly in the bars
And they shout in the markets that for sure
It's in nature
Could it be, what could it be?
What is not certain and never will be
What cannot be fixed and never will be
What has no size

What will it be, what will it be?
This lives in the ideas of these lovers
That the most delirious poets sing
That the drunken prophets swear
Who is in the pilgrimage of the mutilated
That is in the fantasy of the unfortunate
That is in the daily lives of prostitutes
In the plan of the bandits of the destitute
In every way

Could it be, what could it be?
What has no decency and never will have
What has no censorship and never will
What doesn't make sense

What will it be, what will it be?
That all the warnings won't prevent
Why all laughter will challenge
Why all the bells will ring
Why all the hymns will consecrate
And all the boys will run wild
And all destinies will meet
And even the Eternal Father who never went there
Looking at that hell will bless
What has no government and never will
What has no shame and never will
What has no judgment

What will it be, what will it be?
That all the warnings won't prevent
Why all laughter will challenge
Why all the bells will ring
Why all the hymns will consecrate
And all the boys will run wild
And all destinies will meet
And even the Eternal Father who never went there
Looking at that hell will bless
What has no government and never will
What has no shame and never will
What has no judgment