"Today is my 4 months birthday ... what will I be in the future? let me think" ..........(in fact she got cold and having running nose..)

Updated on 11-10-2004 as:

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.