Doris Day - Que sera sera
Tekst en muziek: Jay Livingston en Ray Evans
(1956)






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 sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, 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:



“Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, 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:



“Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que sera, sera”










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