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Que Sera Sera (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)
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
What ever 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 sweetheart, what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?
Here's what my sweetheart said
Que sera, sera
Whatever wil 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 handsome?
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
Que sera, sera
