One fine day, we will see Arising a ribbon of smoke Over the far horizon on the sea And then the ship appears And now the ship is white. It enters the port, it rumbles its salute! Do you see it? he is coming! I don't go down to meet him, not I I stay upon the edge of the hill And I wait a long time But I do not grow weary at the long wait. And leaving from the crowded city Is a man, a little speck, Climbing the hill. Who is it? Who is it? And he arrives Chi sara? Chi sara? Who is it? Who is it? Che dira? Che dira? What will he say? What will he say? He calls Butterfly dalla lontana I, without answering Stay hidden in the shadows. A little to tease him, A little as to not die. As in the first meeting, When troubled in spirit, He will call, he will call: "Little one, dear wife! Orange blossoms!" All the names he called me at his last coming. All this will happen, I promise you this Hold back your fears- I, with secure faith, wait for himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
