One fine day you'll find me A thread smoke arising on the sea In the far horizon And then the ship appearing Then the trim vessel Glides into the harbour Thunders forth her cannon See you? he is coming I do not go to meet him Not I I stay upon the brow of the hill And wait there And wait for a time But weary of the long waiting From out the crowded city There is coming a man in the distance Climbing the hill sara? chi sara? E come sara giunto Che dira? che dira? He will \"Butterfly\" from the distance I, without answering Hold myself quietly concealed A to tease him
One fine day you'll find me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In far horizon And then the ship appearing
This will all come to pass as I tell you Banish your idle fears For he will I know I know he will return