Un Bel Dí, Vedremo

One fine day, we'll see - sung by Cio-Cio-San (Madama Butterfly) Act II

One fine day, we'll see
a wisp of smoke rising
on the far horizon of the sea.
And then the ship appears.
Then the white ship
enters the harbor,
booming its salute.

Do you see? He's coming!
I won't go to meet him. No.
I'll stand there on the hilltop and wait,
and wait a long time
and it won't weigh on me,
the long wait.

Emerging from the city crowd,
a man, a tiny dot,
heads for the hill.
Who will it be? Who will it be?
And when he arrives,
what will he say? What will he say?
He'll call Butterfly from afar.
Without answering,
I'll stay hidden,
partly in jest
and partly to avoid dying
at our first meeting;
and he, somewhat anxious,
will call, will call:
"Little wife,
fragrance of verbena"
the names he used to call me when he came.
(to Suzuki)
All this will happen,
I promise you.
Hold onto your fear,
I await him with steadfast faith.