One fine day you'll find me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In far horizon And then the ship appearing Then the white vessel Glides into the harbour Thunders forth her cannon See you? Now he is coming I do not go to him Not I I stay upon brow of the hill And wait there And wait for a long time But never weary the long waiting From out the crowded city There is coming a man in distance Climbing the hill Chi 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 bit to tease
One fine day you'll find me A thread of smoke arising on the In the far horizon And then the ship appearing
This will all come to pass as I tell Banish your idle fears For he will return I know I know he will return