Bubijeva pesmarica

When I was jAust a little boy
I asked my mother what will IE​ be
WE₇ill I be handsome will I be rich
Here's what she said to mAe

"CA₇he sera sDera, whatever will be, Awill be
The future's not ouErs to see, che sera seAra"

AWhen I was just a child in school
I asked my teacher what should I trEy
ShoE₇uld I paint pictures, should I sing songs
This was her wise repAly:

"CA₇he sera sDera, whatever will be, Awill be
The future's not ouErs to see, che sera seAra"

When I grew uAp and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahEead
WE₇ill we have rainbows day after day
HE₇ere's what my sweetheart sAaid:

"CA₇he sera sDera, whatever will be, Awill be
The future's not ouErs to see, che sera seAra"

When I have cAhildren of my own
They ask their father "What will I bEe?
WE₇ill I be handsome, will I be rich?"
I tell them tenderlyA:

"CA₇he sera sDera, whatever will be, Awill be
The future's not ouErs to see, che sera seAra"