Lyrics and translation Mercedes Sosa feat. Daniela Mercury - O Que Será (with Daniela Mercury)

O Que Será (with Daniela Mercury)

O que será, que será
Que andam suspirando pelas alcovas
Que andam sussurando em versos e trovas
Que andam combinando no breu das tocas
Que anda nas cabeças, anda nas bocas
Que andam acendendo velas nos becos
Que estão falando alto pelos botecos
Que gritam nos mercados, que com certeza
Está na natureza, será que será
O que não tem certeza, nem nunca terá
O que não tem conserto, nem nunca terá
O que não tem tamanho

Oh ¿Qué será? ¿Qué será?
Que vive en las ideas de los amantes
Que cantan los poetas mas delirantes
Que juran los profetas embriagados,
Que esta en la romería de mutilados
Que esta en las fantasías mas infelices
Lo sueñan de mañana las meretrices
Lo piensan los bandidos, los desvalidos
En todos los sentidos, será que será
Que no tiene decencia, ni nunca tendrá
Que no tiene censura, ni nunca tendrá
Que no tiene sentido

Eu que será que será
Que todos os avisos não vão evitar
Porque todos os risos vão desafiar
Porque todos os sinos irão repicar
Porque todos os hinos irão consagrar
E todos os meninos vão desembestar
E todos os destinos irão se encontrar
E o mesmo Padre Eterno que nunca foi lá
Al ver aquel infierno lo bendecirá,
Que no tiene gobierno, ni nunca tendrá
Que no tiene vergüenza, ni nunca tendrá
Lo que no tiene juicio

Bada bada bada ba
Bada bada bada babada ba bada ba
Bada buda buda da buda budu ba
Bada buda buda budu ba dududa da
Bada bada bada badaba bababa
Bada bada bada babada babada
Bada buda buda bududa dududa du
Boda buda buda

Y el mismo Padre Eterno que nunca fue allá
Al ver aquel infierno lo bendecirá,
Que no tiene gobierno, ni nunca tendrá
Que no tiene vergüenza, ni nunca tendrá
Lo que no tiene juicio,
O que não tem juízo,
Lo que no tiene juicio,
O que não tem juízo
Lo que no tiene juicio
Nem nunca terá.

What Will It Be (with Daniela Mercury)

What will it be, what will it be
That is whispering in the alcoves
That is murmuring in verses and songs
That is plotting in the darkness of the dens
That is in the heads, that is in the mouths
That is lighting candles in the alleys
That is talking loudly in the bars
That is screaming in the markets, that for sure
Is in nature, what will it be
That has no certainty, never will
That has no fix, never will
That has no size

Oh What will it be? What will it be?
That lives in the ideas of lovers
That the most delirious poets sing
That drunken prophets swear,
That is in the pilgrimage of the mutilated
That is in the most unhappy fantasies
Harlots dream of it in the morning
Bandits think of it, the helpless
In all senses, what will it be
That has no decency, never will
That has no censorship, never will
That has no sense

I that will be that will be
That all the warnings will not prevent
Because all the laughter will defy
Because all the bells will ring
Because all the hymns will consecrate
And all the boys will run wild
And all the destinies will meet
And the same Eternal Father who was never there
Upon seeing that hell will bless it,
That has no government, never will
That has no shame, never will
What has no judgment

Bada bada bada ba
Bada bada bada babada ba bada ba
Bada buda buda da buda budu ba
Bada buda buda budu ba dududa da
Bada bada bada badaba bababa
Bada bada bada babada babada
Bada buda buda bududa dududa du
Boda buda buda

And the same Eternal Father who was never there
Upon seeing that hell will bless it,
That has no government, never will
That has no shame, never will
What has no judgment,
What has no judgment,
What has no judgment,
What has no judgment
Will never
Have it