When I was just a little girlI 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 was young, I fell in love,
I asked myself what lies ahead
Will I have rainbows, day after day
Still I have no answer what is the future about..
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