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