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