When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother: What will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?
Here's what she said to me
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, que sera, que sera
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover: What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows day after day?
Guess what my lover said
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, que sera, que sera
Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother: What will I be?
Will I be fairy? Will I be rich?
I tell them: Wait and see!
Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, que sera, que sera
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