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.
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 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 handsome, 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.