擒凶记

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:
"Quesera, sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Quesera, 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?"
Here's what my sweetheart said:
"Quesera, sera, “
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Quesera, 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:
"Quesera, sera, ”
Whatever will be, will be;
The future's not ours to see.
Quesera, sera
What will be, will be

QueSera, Sera!"