If the wind assailed
  the flower of peace, it would hail
  mysery we just wouldn't see
  and the little girl would start to plea.
  
  Innocent child, you
  should fold your hands to
  pray for your life,
  now it's become true.
  Reality finally found you,
  so leave your friends
  and your home, too.
  
  Chorus:
  Qué sera, sera, sera, tell me, qué sera?
  Mhm, when will hate stop?
  Qué sera, sera, sera, tell me, qué sera?
  Oh, when will hate stop?
  Oh, oh, tell me, oh, oh, tell me,
  oh, oh, tell me, oh, when will hate ever stop?
  
  If the time of crime
  could be turned back, it would be fine.
  What an illusion, a false conclusion,
  for people will never stop to fight.
  
  Innocent child, you
  should fold your hands to
  pray for your life,
  now it's become true.
  You better hide,
  and don't be blue-eyed,
  from the cruelty of mankind.
  
  Chorus:
  Qué sera, sera, sera, tell me, qué sera?
  Mhm, when will hate stop?
  Qué sera, sera, sera, tell me, qué sera?
  Oh, when will hate stop?