Que Sera - Live from Brixton

Uh uh yeah yeah
Que eh eh

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

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be, will be, uh
The future's not ours to see
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Que sera, que sera, que sera

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my lover, what will I be?
Will I have rainbows day after day?
My lover said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Que sera, que sera, que sera

Que sera, sera
Whatever, ever, will be, will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Que sera, que sera, que sera, que sera

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother, what will I be?
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?
And I tell them, tell me

Que sera, sera (que sera)
Whatever, ever, will be, will be, will be
The future's not our to see
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Que sera, que sera
Que sera, que sera



Credits
Writer(s): Enrico Sbriccoli, Italo Nicola Greco, Carlo Pes, Francesco Franco Migliacci
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