Текст песни Chico Buarque - O Que Sera A Flor da Terra

What will you give me?
What shelohnёtsya inside me, I get it from you?
That will give life to the colors on the body, this is my only weapon you give me?
Or that I will raise over people and make blush?
That will throw me in the eye and give me.
Or what will compress my chest and forced to confess ...
This is something that does not need to hide,
What anyone does not have the right to refuse.
So, from what I became poor at the moment and will be begging,
What measures have no will not.
That which no lekrastv and will not,
And the doctor did not prescribe a prescription.

What will you give me?
That comes right out of us, but it should not go.
The fact that we have almost ignored, it is so obvious.
It is a form of waiting, that does not suit us,
This kind of disease from the holidays,
Which will not help the hundreds of pills,
It does not feel better after two dozen ointments.
Do not help all conspiracies and alchemy
Even the saints, that's what it is
That which is not can rest and not become.
What does not get tired and do not get tired.
That has no boundaries ...

What will you give me?
What burns me up inside, is it?
What worries me at night, it is not it?
All the fears that excite me,
All the passions that burn in me,
And I'm drowning in his sweat,
And all my insides have a voice.
And to make terrible languor pray ...
It's just shamelessness, always will be.
This is something that no one is subject to, and will not be ...
This is what the judges do not have ...