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 sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be“
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows
Day after day?
Here′s what my sweetheart said
„Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be“
Que sera, sera