aus: "Der Mann, der zuviel wußte", Alfred Hitchcock, 1956
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be?
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
That's what she said to me:Que sera, sera. What ever will be will be
the future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.When I was just I child in school
I asked me teacher, what should I try?
Should I paint pictures, should I sing songs?
This was her wise reply:Que sera, sera. What ever 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?
That's what my sweetheart said:Que sera, sera. What ever 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. What ever will be will be
the future's not ours to see.
Que sera, sera. What will be, will be.
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