What will be, will be, there's no way for you to know, whoever you may be
Surely time will tell us one day . . .
A beautiful day, I walked through the park
With headphones in my ears and my hood on my head
Until a stranger asked me
Where I see myself in 10 years? And I was stumped!
Because maybe everything is fucked up
Or maybe exactly as I dreamed (I, I)
Life will take you through problems
And on the road, you run in intersections without signs
But maybe I'll have my family then
With the girl who moves mountains on my right
Maybe I'll also become a father or turn my dream to dust
And in 10 years, I'm alone and poor
But maybe everything is okay and I'll laugh like a lunatic
Recounting the bad days of then
What will be, will be, but I hope that we are all healthy
From the grandparents to the grandchildren!
What will be, will be, we will all smile, until we become
How we dreamed when we were just kids
What will be, will be, there's no way for you to know, whoever you may be
Surely time will tell us one day . . .
It's as if I see myself still on the balcony
How I talk alone and I pretend again that I'm on the phone
(Yes, yes) Because it sounds so like myself
To first resolve the problems in my head
I hope to remain the same, to say that it's good
When it's bad, because others go through worse than me
I hope that I can help my loved ones more than I do now
And that money makes me into a better man
Anyway, good question, stranger
But don't you see that 10 years is a lot and we don't know what we are doing tomorrow?
When I close my eyes, I see myself in places like in the movies
I hope to see more and the world
Until it turns to ruins
But maybe everything is okay, there in the future
Today's grey dreams will be colored
What will be, will be, but I hope that we are all healthy
From the grandparents to the grandchildren!
What will be, will be, we will all smile, until we become
How we dreamed when we were just kids
What will be, will be, there's no way for you to know, whoever you may be
Surely time will tell us one day . . .
There are moments when I say no
And this doesn't make me a good man
I always wonder what my path is
Man, you lose yourself easily
You hate, you fight, and you feel longing
And at the end, you always say . . .
What will be, will be, we will all smile, until we become
How we dreamed when we were just kids
What will be, will be, there's no way for you to know, whoever you may be
Surely time will tell us one day . . .