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Oh, what could it be
Oh, what could it be, what could it be
they are sighing in the bedrooms
they are murmuring verses and poems
what are they hiding under their clothes?
what goes on in heads and mouths?
what is lighting candles in the alleys?
and they are talking loudly in the inns
they shout on the market, they are certain
it's nature, it must be, what could it be
that doesn't have certainty and never will
that cannot be fixed and never will
that doesn't have a size?
Oh, what could it be, what could it be
living in the ideas of lovers
sung by the most delirious poets
sworn by the drunk prophets
and it's in the procession of mutilated people
it's in the unhappiest fantasies
that prostitues dream in the morning.
Bandids and the helpless think of it
in every sense, it must be, what could it be
that does not have decency and never will
that does not have censorship and never will
that does not make sense?
Oh, what could it be, what could it be
that all warnings cannot avoid
because all laughter will defy
and all bells will ring out
because all signs will consecrate
because all children will have to get free
and all neighbours will meet up
and the Eternal Father himself that never went there
seeing that hell will bless it
it doesn't have a government and never will
it doesn't have shame and never will
it doesn't have judgment...?
and the Eternal Father himself that never went there
seeing that hell will bless it
it doesn't have a government and never will
it doesn't have shame and never will
it doesn't have judgment
it doesn't have a government and never will
it doesn't have judgment
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