One fine day you'll me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In the far horizon And the ship appearing Then the trim white vessel Glides into the harbour Thunders forth her See you? Now he is coming I do not go to meet him Not I I stay upon the brow the hill And wait there And wait for a long time never 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 He will call, \"Butterfly\" from the distance I, without answering Hold myself quietly concealed A bit to tease him
One fine day you'll me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In the far horizon And then ship appearing
This will all come to pass as tell you Banish your idle fears For he will return I know I know he will return