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 será será
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será será
What will be will be
When I grow and fell in love
I asked my sweethert, "What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said
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 have children of my own
They'll ask their mother, "What will I be?
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich"?
I'll tell them tenderly
Que será será
Whatever will be will be
The future's not ours to see
Que será será
What will be will be
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