für fstein :
QUE SERA
When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what would I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich
Here`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
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 say
Que sera, sera
What ever will be, will be
The future`s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
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
