[Lyrics for "Oh, What Will It Be?"] [Intro] I believe in many things I have not seen, and you do too, I know. You cannot deny the presence of something palpable, no matter how ethereal it may be. There is no need to provide evidence of the decency of something so true. The only gesture is to believe or not. Sometimes even believing while crying. It is an incomplete issue because it lacks an answer; an answer that one of you, perhaps, may be able to give. It's a topic in technicolor to make something useful out of love. For all of us, amen. [Verse 1] Oh, what will it be, what will it be? That wanders sighing through the bedrooms That is heard whispering in troubadour verses That is combining crazy questions for us That is in the minds, in the mouths That is rising through many holes That are talking loudly in the cellar And screams in the market, what is that? It is nature, will it be?, what will it be? (Will it be?, what will it be?) That has no certainty, and never gives you (And never gives you) That has no concept, and will never have (And will never have) That has no size [Verse 2] Oh, what will it be, what will it be? That lives in the ideas of those lovers That sing in the most delirious poets And swear by the drunk prophets It's in the pilgrimage of the mutilated It's in the fantasy of the unhappy It's in the day-to-day of the harlots In all the bandits and the helpless In all their senses, will it be?, what will it be? (Will it be?, what will it be?) That has no dignity, and will never have (And will never have) That has no censorship, and will never have (And will never have) Nor is sense lacking [Verse 3] Oh, what will it be, what will it be? That no warning can prevent That not even the prisoners can defy That all the paths will have to cross Where all signs will consecrate And all the little ones will investigate And all destinies will be found And the same eternal Father who was never there Will bless man again (will bless) Extinguishing the final flame of hell (the final flame) Because it is pointless to roll back (to roll back) Due to lack of judgment [Chorus] (Ooh, what will it be? Ooh, what will it be? Ooh, what will it be?) That the prophet swears, the poet sings And they are shouting in the demo, oh, what will it be? (Ooh, what will it be?) That wakes me up at night And makes me tremble, makes me cry (Ooh, what will it be?) They are ghosts, we are ghosts I feel the door knock three times, oh, who will it be? (Ooh, what will it be?) They are sighing through the bedrooms and whispering troubadour verses Just listen! [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus] (Ooh, what will it be?) It has no size, and it is nature It's in the mouths and in the minds (Ooh, what will it be?) All the little ones will investigate it And no warning can prevent it (Ooh, what will it be?) It will ring in every bell And those who are asleep will wake up (Ooh, what will it be?) They are ghosts, we are ghosts I feel the door knock three times, oh, who will it be? [Instrumental Bridge] [Outro] (Ooh, what will it be?) They are ghosts, they are ghosts, they are ghosts, they are ghosts I hear the door knock, oh, the door knock (Ooh, what will it be?) The bandit lives it, the helpless The harlots, the unhappy The reverend and the firefighter The president, the shoemaker And the teachers and the butcher The citizen and the foreigner Also the judge and the showman The nurse, the helmsman The santero, the Marxist The grocer and the masochist Oh, what will it be?