Oh Que Sera! Willie Colón (English Translation) Lyrics

I believe in many things that I have not seen, and you too, I know
You cannot deny the existence of something palpable
However ethereal it may be
There is no need to exhibit a proof of decency of what is
So true
The only gesture is to believe or not
Sometimes even believe crying
It is an incomplete topic because it lacks an answer
An answer that some of you, perhaps, can provide

It’s a technicolor theme to make something useful of love
For all of us, amen

Oh, what will it be, what will it be
That is sighing through the bedrooms
That is heard whispering in troubadour verses
That is combining crazy questions for us
That is in the heads, in the mouths
That is ascending through many voids
That are speaking loudly in the cellar
And shouts in the market, what is that?

It is nature, will it be, what will it be
That has no certainty and will never give it
That has no concept, and will never have it
That has no size

Oh, what will it be, what will it be
That lives in the ideas of those lovers
That the most delirious poets sing about
That the drunken prophets swear by
It is in the pilgrimage of the mutilated
It is in the fantasy of the unhappy
It is in the day-to-day of the prostitutes
In all the bandits and helpless
In all their senses, what will it be
That has no decency and will never have it
That has no censorship and will never have it
And lacks sense

Oh, what will it be, what will it be
That no warning can avoid
That not even prisoners can defy
That all roads will have to cross
Where all signs will consecrate
And all children will investigate
And all destinies will find
And the same eternal father who never went there
Will bless man again
Putting out the final flame of hell
Because it is pointless to roll back
Due to the lack of judgment

(Ohhh, what will it be)
(Ohhh, what will it be)
(Ohhh, what will it be)
That the prophet swears, the poet sings, and they are shouting in the layout
Oh, what will it be
(Ohhh, what will it be)
That wakes me up at night, and makes me tremble, makes me cry
(Ohhh, what will it be)
They are ghosts, they are ghosts, I feel the door knocking three times
Oh, what will it be
(Ohhh, what will it be)
They are sighing through the bedrooms and whispering troubadour verses
Listen!

(Ohhh, what will it be)
It has no size, and is nature, it is in the mouths and in the heads
(Ohhh, what will it be)
All the children will investigate it and no warning can avoid it
(Ohhh, what will it be)
In every bell it will ring, and the one who is asleep will wake up
(Ohhh, what will it be)
They are ghosts, they are ghosts, I feel the door knocking three times
Oh, what will it be!