Oh, what might it be? | Lyrics in English

(Spoken) I believe in many things that I haven’t seen
And so do you, I know
You can’t deny the existance of something that has been felt
… As ethereal as it may be.
There is no need to demonstrate a proof of decency
Of something that is so true.
 
The only sign is to believe, or not.
Even believing while crying, sometimes.
This is about an incomplete song, because it lacks an answer;
An answer that perhaps one of you can give.
 
It’s a song in technicolor to make something useful out of love
For all of us, Amen.
 
Oh, what might it be, what might it be?
That which keeps on sighing through the bedrooms
That is heard whispering in verses of ballads
That keeps on mixing us in insane questions
 
That dwells on the minds, dwells on the mouths
That keeps on ascending in many flights
That which is talked about high on the wine cellars
And screams in the marketplaces, What is that thing?
 
Is it nature, what might it be?
That has no certainty, and never gives certainty
That has no concept, and will never have
That has no size
 
Oh, what might it be, what might it be?
That lives in the ideas of those lovers
That is sung by the most delirious of poets
And sworn by the drunken prophets
 
It’s on the pilgrimage of the mutilated
It’s on the fantasy of the miserable ones
It’s on the daily life of the harlots
And of all the bandits and defenseless
 
In all of its senses, what might it be?
That has no decency, and will never have
That has no censorship, and will never have
That does not lack sense
 
Oh, what might it be, what might it be?
That no warning sign will ever prevent
That no kisses, as well, can ever defy
That which all paths must go through
 
Where all signs will go to be anointed
And all the little children will go to investigate
And where all the fates will find
And even the Eternal Father, who never went there
 
Man, again, will be blessed
Extinguishing in hell its last flame
For there is no purpose to roll again
Because of a lack of judgement
 
(Oh, what might it be?)
(Oh, what might it be?)
(Oh, what might it be?)
That is sworn by the prophet, sung by the poet, and is being shouted out in the designs
Oh, what might it be?
(Oh, what might it be?)
That wakes me up at night
And makes me shudder, it makes me cry
 
(Oh, what might it be?)
They are ghosts, we are ghosts, I hear the door knocking three times
Oh, who might it be?
(Oh, what might it be?)
It keeps sighing in the bedrooms and whispering ballad verses
Take heed!
 
(Oh, what might it be?)
It has no size and it’s natural
It dwells on the mouths and on the minds
(Oh, what might it be?)
All the little children will investigate it
And no warning sign will ever prevent it
 
(Oh, what might it be?)
In all the bells it will ring,
And it’ll wake up those who are asleep
(Oh, what might it be?)
They are ghosts, we are ghosts, I hear the door knocking three times
Oh, what might it be?