When I was just a little boy,
I asked my mother, What will I be?
Will I be handsome?
And will I be rich?
This is what she said to me

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera,
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

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera,
What will my future bring, now?
Mama, will I be a singer?

Hey, hey,
Hey, hey,
Hey, hey,
Hey, hey
Hey, hey,
Hey, hey,
Hey, hey,
Hey, hey

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 lover said

Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be

Que sera, sera,
Que sera, sera,
What will be, will be

Que sera, sera,
Que sera, sera,

Que sera, sera,
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