Oh, qué será [English translation]

Oh, what could it be, what could it be

they are sighing in the bedrooms

they are murmuring verses and poems

what are they hiding under their clothes?

what goes on in heads and mouths?

what is lighting candles in the alleys?

and they are talking loudly in the inns

they shout on the market, they are certain

it's nature, it must be, what could it be

that doesn't have certainty and never will

that cannot be fixed and never will

that doesn't have a size?

Oh, what could it be, what could it be

living in the ideas of lovers

sung by the most delirious poets

sworn by the drunk prophets

and it's in the procession of mutilated people

it's in the unhappiest fantasies

that prostitues dream in the morning.

Bandids and the helpless think of it

in every sense, it must be, what could it be

that does not have decency and never will

that does not have censorship and never will

that does not make sense?

Oh, what could it be, what could it be

that all warnings cannot avoid

because all laughter will defy

and all bells will ring out

because all signs will consecrate

because all children will have to get free

and all neighbours will meet up

and the Eternal Father himself that never went there

seeing that hell will bless it

it doesn't have a government and never will

it doesn't have shame and never will

it doesn't have judgment...?

and the Eternal Father himself that never went there

seeing that hell will bless it

it doesn't have a government and never will

it doesn't have shame and never will

it doesn't have judgment

it doesn't have a government and never will

it doesn't have judgment

• Artist:Mercedes Sosa
• Album:De mí (1991)