| 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 sera sera
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| Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see
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| Que sera sera
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| What will be, will be Since I am just a boy in school,
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| I asked my teacher: «What should I try?
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| Should I paint pictures? |
| Should I sing songs?»
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| This was her wise reply:
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| Que sera sera
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| Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see
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| Que sera sera
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| What will be, will be When I grew up and fell in love,
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| I asked my lover: «What lies ahead?
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| Will we have rainbows day after day?»
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| Guess what my lover said:
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| Que sera sera
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| Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see
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| Que sera sera
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| What will be, will be 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 pretty?""Will I be rich?»
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| I tell them tenderly:
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| Que sera sera
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| Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see
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| Que sera sera
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| What will be, will be |