[1] 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:
[Refrain] „Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera What will be, will be“
[2] 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…”
[3] Now I have Children on my own.
They ask their mother: What will I be?
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?
I tell them tenderly: „Que sera…”
(Raymond B. Evans, Jay Livingston)