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:
Qué será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Qué será, será
What will be, will be
There's a song that I sing
Autumn, winter, summer, spring
When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover, what will there be?
Will there be rainbows, day after day?
Here's what he said to me:
Qué será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Qué será, será
What will be, will be
There's a song that I sing
Autumn, winter, summer, spring
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:
Qué será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Qué será, será
Qué será, será
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Qué será, será
What will be, will be
Sing this song, sing along
Sing this song with me!