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
what you do We're always hurting anyway Forever our hearts will be Always running for what we see By the strings of this old guitar I swear, Que sera
an idiot That I couldn't see whats underneath That beautiful face Or these warm or worse days Surprise, surprise I'm doing just fine (whoa) Aaaah Que sera, sera Aaaah Que sera, sera
you go Que sera sera you always in my heart angels I miss you so oh Que sera sera you like a shinin' star baby I swear I never let you go (que sera sera
Tu Alma Me Borraste ya No Piensas En Mi Por Que Sera (5x) Que Solo En Ti Pienso y No Te Puedo Olvidar (no te puedo olvidar) Ay Por Que Sera (5X) Que Solo
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
ours, to see Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera Que Sera, Que Sera, Que Sera
you should go, go, go, go, go, go, If you should go, go, go, go, go, go. Que sera mi vida. How I'm gonna live without your love if ever you should go. Que sera
Que sera de mi cuando tus pasos atraviesen el umbral. Que sera de mi cuando me llames y ya no me escuches mas. Que te hara pensar que otros senderos
The future's not ours to see Que Sera Sera "Que Sera Sera Whatever will be, will be The future's not ours to see Que Sera Sera "Que Sera Sera Whatever
träumend stundenlang während einer zur Gitarre sang. Que sera que sare que sera man wird es schon sehn. Que sera que sare que sera es wird
? 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
(Georges Bizet - CARMEN) La fleur que tu m'avais jetA©e, Dans ma prison m'A©tait restA©e. FlA©trie et sA©che, cette fleur Gardait toujours sa douce odeur
take you home It's a lonely life living on my own I like you but I don't really want to take you home Que sera Que sera Que sera Que sera What's it gonna
y jamas la tendra que no ha sentido miedo ni lo sentira, porque no tiene juicio. Oh que sera, que sera. Oh que sera, que sera ... que ni las precauciones
Well, I can still smell the Portland air And it makes me sick to my stomach To think of what you've become These tall evergreens And the lights of your
what you do We're always hurting anyway Forever our hearts will be Always running for what we see By the strings of this old guitar I swear, que sera
