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
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.
When I was young, I fell in love
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.
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,
Whatever will be, will be
The future's not ours, to see
Que Sera, Sera
Dear Maryam,
I remember singing this song to you masa kita on the way nak pergi Jusco. Bila mama nyanyi "will I be pretty, will i be rich?" Maryam cuma jawab "uuk"..
sekarang Mama faham kenapa Maryam takde jawapan ataupun ikut Mama nyanyi sama-sama lagu tu... sebab Maryam dah tau Maryam akan tinggalkan Mama dan Maryam takkan melalui kehidupan di dunia bersama Mama, Bapak, Abam dan adik...
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