Lieve Isa,
Dit liedje zong ik voor je sinds je een hele kleine Isa was. Je wordt stil en kijkt naar mijn mond waar dat geluid vandaan komt. Wanneer je in slaap wordt gezongen, houd je het liefst mijn hand(en) vast.
“Que Sera, Sera”
When you were just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will you be
Will you be pretty
Will you 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 grew up and 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
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera