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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 reach?
Here’s what she said to me:
Que será, será.
Whatever will be, will be
The future´s not ours to see
Que será, será, what will be, will be
When I was just a child in school
I asked my teacher what should I
try?
Should I paint picture? Should I
sing songs?
This was her wise will plain:
Que será, será.
The future’s not ours to see
Que será, será, what will be, will
be.
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies a head?
Will we have rainbows day after day?
Here’s what my sweetheart said:
I give to you and you give to me,
true love, true love
So I´m in doubt it will always be,
true love, true love
For you and I have a guardian angel
on high
With nothing to do, but to give to
you
And to give to me love forever true.
(Piano and harp solos)
For you and I have a guardian angel
on high
With nothing to do, but to give to
you
And to give to me love forever true.
They ask their mother: what will I
be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?
We 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. What will be, will be!