Whatever will be, will be.
That's what my father always answered when I asked about the future.
Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? He told me tenderly: que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be.
The future is not ours to see. Que sera, sera.
Now I have children of my own and they ask me: father what lies ahead?
I tell them tenderly: Whatever will be, will be. The future is not ours to see. Que sera, sera.