Strophe)
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
Refrain)
Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future´s not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be, will be
Strophe)
When I was young, I fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows, day after day
Here´s what my sweetheart said
Refrain)
Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future´s not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be, will be
Strophe)
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
Refrain)
Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future´s not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be, will be......
