O Que Será [English translation]
O Que Será [English translation]
that they are longing for in the alcoves
that they are whispering in verses and ballads
that they are dealing in the dark of the burrows
that is in the heads, on the mouths
that they are lightning candles in the alleys
that they are speaking aloud in the bars
that they scream in the markets, that for sure
is in the nature, may it be
what have not sure, and never will have
what have no repair and will never have
what have no size
what may it be
that lives in the minds of those lovers
that the most delirant poets sing
that the drunk prophets swear
that is in the romarias of the mutilated*romarias it's like a religious cerimony*
that is in the unhappy'spersons fantasy
that is in the prostitute's everyday
in the outlaws, in the helpless
in all the ways, what may it be
what have no honesty, and will never have
what have no judgement and will never have
what makes no sense
what may it be
that all the warnings will not avoid
because all the smiles will challenge
because all the bells will sound
because all the anthems will devote
and all the little boys will run away
and all the faiths will meet
and the same Eternal Father, that has never been there
looking at that hell, will bless
what has no control, and will never have
what has no shame and will never have
what has no wisdom
what is it that happens to me
that changes things inside, what happens to me
that comes from underneath my skin
and reaches my face and makes me blush
and shows in my eyes betraying me
and tightens my chest and makes me confess
what there is no way to disguise
and what is not right for someone to refuse
and what makes me a beggar, makes me plead
what have no measure, and will never have
what have no medicine, and never will have
what have no recipe, and never will have
what may it be
that happens inside of us and it shouldn't
that disobey us, that is a default
that is like an aguardente that not satiate us *aguardente is a Brazilian rum
that is like to be ill from a celebration
that not even the 10 Commandments will reconcile
not even all the potions in the world will relief
not all the spells, all the alchemy
that not even all the saints, what may it be
what has no rest and will never have
what doesn't get tired and will never be tired
what has no limit
what it is that happens to me
that burns me inside, what may it be
that disturbs my sleep, what may it be
that all the shivers come stir me up
that all the heat come burn me
that all the sweats come soak me
that all my nerves are pleading
what all my organs are claiming
and a terrible suffering makes me implore
what has no shame and will never have
what has no control, and will never have
what has no wisdom
- Artist:Chico Buarque
- Album:Meus Caros Amigos (1976)