Oh what will it be, what will it be
that walks sighing through the bedrooms
that goes around whispering verses and trovas
that goes around combining all things
that walks in heads and walks in mouths
that is walking through the alleys
that is screaming in the living rooms
and it is something that composes piece by piece
nature, what will be, what will be,
that will not It has been fixed and it will not be
because it is never true and it will not be
because there is no one to measure it.
Oh what will be, what will be
that lives in the ideas of the lovers
that the most delirious poets sing
that drunken prophets swear
that is where the mutilated get bored
that is where the unhappy imagine
that is in every day of each crisis
sleeping between the bandit and the helpless,
in every sense, what will be what will be
that has no decency and will not have it
cannot be prohibited and It won't be
because it doesn't make sense.
Oh what will it be, what will it be
that not even precautions can stop it
because all the laughter wants to laugh at it
and all the bells will announce it
and the hymn of hymns will consecrate it
and all the roads will lead it
and all the neighbors there will unite
that almost not even God himself can do it avoid
and heaven and hell will bless him
that he has not been thirsty and never will be
that he has not felt fear
nor will he, because he has no judgment.
/>Oh what will be, what will be.
Oh what will be, what will be
... that not even precautions can stop it
because all the laughter wants to laugh
and all the bells are going to announce it.
Oh what will it be, what will it be...

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