One fine day you'll find me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In the far horizon And then the ship appearing Then the trim white vessel Glides into the harbour Thunders forth her cannon 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 there And wait for a long time
From out the crowded city There is coming a man in the distance Climbing the hill Chi sara? chi sara? (Who is it? Who is it?) E come sara giunto (And as he arrives) Che dira? che dira? (What will he say? What will he say?) He will call, "Butterfly" from the distance I, without answering Hold myself concealed A bit to tease him
One fine day you'll find me A thread of smoke arising on the sea In the far horizon And then the ship appearing
This will all come to pass as I tell you Banish your idle fears For he will return I know I know he will return