En dat doen we deze week met Que sera, sera van Doris Day.
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
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
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be"
Whatever 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?"
Here's what my sweetheart said
I asked my sweetheart, "What lies ahead?
Will we have rainbows day after day?"
Here's what my sweetheart said
"Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be"
Whatever 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
They ask their mother, "What will I be?"
Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderly
"Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera!"
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera!"
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