| When I was just a little girl
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| I asked my mother, «What will I be?»
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| «Will I be pretty, will I be rich?»
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| Here’s what she said to me
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| «Que será, será
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| Whatever will be, will be
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| The future’s not ours to see
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| Que será, será
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| What will be, will be»
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| When I grew up and fell in love
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| I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
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| Will we have rainbows, day after day?
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| Here’s what my sweetheart said:
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| «Que será, será
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| Whatever will be, will be
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| The future’s not ours to see
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| Que será, será
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| What will be, will be»
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| Now I have children of my own
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| They ask their mother, «What will I be?»
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| «Will I be handsome, will I be rich?»
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| I tell them tenderly
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| «Que será, será
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| Whatever will be, will be
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| The future’s not ours to see
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| Que será, será
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| What will be, will be»
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| Que será, será |