One Fine Day کے بول

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