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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

But never weary of the long waiting

From out the crowded city

There is coming a man in the distance

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

Hold myself quietly 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

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