I believe in many things that I have not seen, and so do you, I know.
You cannot deny the existence of something felt, no matter how ethereal it may be. It is not necessary to show proof of decency of what is so true. The only gesture is to believe or not. Sometimes even believing
crying. It is an incomplete topic because it lacks an answer;
An answer that one of you, perhaps, can give.
It is a Technicolor theme to make something useful out of love. For all
of us, amen.
Oh, what will be, what will be
that walks sighing through the bedrooms,
that is heard whispering in trova verses,
that He is asking us crazy questions,
that is in our heads, that is in our mouths,
that is ascending through many gaps,
that are talking loudly in the cellar,
and shouts in the market, what is that?
It is nature, it will be, it will be,
that has no certainty and never gives you,
that has no concept, and will never have,
that has no size.
Oh, what will be, what will be
that lives in the ideas of those lovers,
that the most delirious poets sing,
that drunken prophets swear
it is in the pilgrimage of the mutilated,
it is in the fantasy of the unhappy,
it is in the daily life of the prostitutes,
in all the bandits and helpless,
In all its senses, it will be what it will be,
which has no decency and never will have,
which has no censorship and will never have,
and it lacks meaning.
Oh, what will be, what will be
that no warning will be able to avoid,
that neither the prisoners will be able to challenge,
that all roads will have to cross,
where all the signs will consecrate,
and all the little children to investigate,
and all the destinations they will find,
and the same eternal Father who never went there,
they will bless man again
/>putting out hell's final flame,
because there is no point in rolling again
due to lack of judgment.
Ohhh, what will it be
Ohhh, what will it be
Ohhh, what will it be? (Ohhh, what will it be) It will be)
That wakes me up at night, and makes me shake, it makes me cry,
(Ohhh, what will it be)
They are ghosts, they are the ghosts, I feel the door knock three times,
Oh, what will it be?
(Ohhh, what will it be)
They are sighing through the bedrooms and whispering trova verses,
start listening!
(Ohhh, what will it be? )
It has no size, and it is nature, it walks in the mouths and in the heads,
(Ohhh, what will it be)
All the little children will investigate it and no warning will be able to prevent it,
(Ohhh, what will it be)
Every bell will ring, and he who is asleep will wake up,
(Ohhh, what will it be)
They are ghosts, they are the ghosts, I feel the door knock three times,
Oh what will it be!!!
(Ohhh, what will it be)
They are ghosts, they are ghosts, they are ghosts, they are ghosts
I hear the door knock, oh, the door touch
(Ohhh, what will it be)
It is experienced by the bandit, the helpless,
the prostitutes, the unhappy,
the reverend and the firefighter,
the president, the shoemaker,
and the teachers and the carpenter,
the citizen and the foreigner,
also the judge and the entertainer,
the nurse, the helmsman,
the santero, the marxist,
the winemaker and the masochist
Oh, what will it be!!!