...when I was just a little girl...
...I asked my Mother what would I be...
...would I be happy?...
...would I be rich?...
...here´s what She said to me...
..."que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be"...
..."the future is 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, what will be, will be..."
Sem comentários:
Enviar um comentário