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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 sera What will be, will be Since I am just a boy in school, I asked my teacher: "What should I try? Should I paint pictures? Should I sing songs?" This was her wise reply: Que sera sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que sera sera What will be, will be 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 sera What will be, will be Now I have children of my own They ask their mother: "What will I be?" "Will I be pretty?" "Will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly: Que sera sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que sera sera What will be, will be |