Patrick Bruel — Que Sera Que Sera song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Que Sera Que Sera" by Patrick Bruel.

Lyrics

O que sera, que sera?
Que andam suspirando pelas alcovas?
Que andam sussurrando em versos e trovas?
Que andam combinando no bru das tocas?
Que anda nas cabecas, anda nas bocas?
Que andam ascendendo velas nos becos?
Que estao falando alto pelos botecos?
E gritam nos mercados que com certeza
Esta na natureza.
Sera, que sera.
O que nao certeza, nem nunca tera?
O que nao tem conserto, nem nunca tera?
O que nao tem tamanho?
O que sera, que sera?
Que vive nas idias desses amantes?
Que cantam os poetas mais delirantes?
Que juram os profetas embriagados?
Que esta na romaria dos mutilados?
Que esta na fantasia dos infelizes?
Que esta no dia a dia das meretrizes?
No plano dos bandidos, dos desvalidos?
Em todos os sentidos.
Sera, que sera.
O que nao tem descencia, nem nunca tera?
O que nao tem censura, nem nunca tera?
O que nao faz sentido?
O que sera, que sera?
Que todos os avisos nao vao evitar?
Por que todos os risos vao desafiar?
Por que todos os sinos irao repicar?
Por que todos os hinos irao consagrar?
E todos os meninos vao desembestar?
E todos os destinos irao se encontrar?
E mesmo o Padre Eterno,
Que nunca foi la,
Olhando aquele inferno
Vai abencoar
O que nao tem governo, nem nunca tera?
O que nao tem vergonha, nem nunca tera.
O que nao tem juizo?
O que sera, que sera?
Que todos os avisos nao vao evitar?
Por que todos os risos vao desafiar?
Por que todos os sinos irao repicar?
Por que todos os hinos irao consagrar?
E todos os meninos vao desembestar?
E todos os destinos irao se encontrar?
E mesmo o Padre Eterno,
Que nunca foi la,
Olhando aquele inferno
Vai abencoar
O que nao tem governo, nem nunca tera?
O que nao tem vergonha, nem nunca tera.
O que nao tem juizo?

Lyrics translation

What will it be, what will it be?
Who are sighing in the alcoves?
Who are whispering in verses and thunders?
What are they doing in the burrows ' bru?
What's in the heads, what's in the mouths?
Who are sailing up the alleys?
What are you guys talking about out there?
And they shout in the markets that sure
It's in nature.
Sera, sera.
What are you not sure, or never will?
What is not fixed, nor will it ever be?
What's not big?
What will it be, what will it be?
Who lives in the idiosyncrasies of these lovers?
What do the most delusional poets sing?
What do the drunken prophets swear?
What's at the mutilated pilgrimage?
What is in the fantasy of the unfortunate?
What's in the day-to-day life of Harlots?
In the plan of the bandits, two destitute?
In every way.
Sera, sera.
What has no descent, nor will it ever have?
What has no censorship, nor will it ever have?
What doesn't make sense?
What will it be, what will it be?
That all warnings will not avoid?
Why will all Laughter Challenge?
Why do all the bells irao ring?
Why all hymns irao consecrate?
And all the boys are going to unpack?
And all irao destinations meet?
And even the eternal priest,
That was never la,
Looking at that hell
Go bless
What has no government, nor will it ever have?
What is not ashamed, never will.
What has no sense?
What will it be, what will it be?
That all warnings will not avoid?
Why will all Laughter Challenge?
Why do all the bells irao ring?
Why all hymns irao consecrate?
And all the boys are going to unpack?
And all irao destinations meet?
And even the eternal priest,
That was never la,
Looking at that hell
Go bless
What has no government, nor will it ever have?
What is not ashamed, never will.
What has no sense?