When I was just a little girl
I asked my Mother: What will I be'
Will I be pretty, will I be richt'
Here's what she said to me

Qué séra, séra - whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Qué séra, séra - what will be, will be

When I was just a child in school
I asked my teacher: What should I try'
Should I paint pictures' Should I sing songs'
This was her wise reply

Qué séra, séra - whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Qué séra, séra - what will be, will be

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother: What will I be'
Will I be pretty' Will I be richt
I tell them tenderl y

Qué séra, séra - whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Qué séra, séra - what will be, will be

Qué séra, qué séra

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