When I was just a little girl
I never thought of what should I be
Will I be pretty, will I be rich?
What are all these to me?
When I grew up then fall in love
I thought who should my sweetheart shall be
And shall he be handsome, shall be rich?
Do these matter to me?
Now I grow old and have a little girl
I'm really worry'n how she should be
Shall she be pretty, shall she be rich?
I pray the best to be
Qué será será, whatever will be will be
The future must be good to she
Qué será será, what will be must be
The very best for she
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