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When I was just a little boy I asked my mother, what will I be Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? Here's what she said to me Qué será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Qué será, será 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 Qué será, será Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Qué será, será What will be, will be Qué será, será