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: "Quesera, sera, Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Quesera, 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: "Quesera, sera, "Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Quesera, sera 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: "Quesera, sera, ”Whatever will be, will be; The future's not ours to see. Quesera, sera What will be, will be QueSera, Sera!"
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