Está en la página 1de 1

WHAT EVER WILL BE, WILL BE

When I was just a little girl


I ask my mother:
What will I be?
Will I be pretty?
Will I be rich?
Here is what she said to me:

Que séra, séra.


What ever will be, will be.
The future not ours to see
Que séra, séra.
What will be, will be.

When I growth up
And fell in love
I ask my sweet heart
What life ahead
Will we have rainbow, day after day?
Here is what my sweet heart said:

Que séra, séra.


What ever will be, will be.
The future not ours to see
Que séra, séra.
What will be, will be.

Now I have children on my own


They ask their mother:
What will I be?
Will I be handsome?
Will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly:

Que séra, séra.


What ever will be, will be.
The future not ours to see
Que séra, séra.
What will be, will be.

Que séra, séra.