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 trim white vessel Glides into the Thunders forth her See you? Now he is coming I do not go to meet him Not I I stay upon the brow of the hill And wait And wait for a long time But never weary of the long From out the crowded city There is coming a man in the Climbing the hill Chi sara? chi sara? E come sara giunto Che dira? che dira? He will call, \"Butterfly\" from the distance I, without answering myself quietly concealed A bit to tease him
One fine day you'll find me A of smoke arising on the sea In the far horizon And then the ship appearing
This all come to pass as I tell you your idle fears For he will return I know I know he will return