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)