When I was just a little boy
I asked my mother ‘What will I be?
Will i be handsome?
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.
When i grew up fell in love
I ask my sweetheart ‘How will it be?’
Will there be laughter
Year after year
She told me tenderly
Que sera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera,
Umm~~
La da da da da~~
Now I have chirdren of my own
They ask me Papa’What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbow day after day’?
I say what my mother say
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, sara.