Un Bel Di Vendremo

One fine day, we'll see
A wisp of smoke rising
On the far horizon of the sea
And then the ship appears
And then the ship is white
It enters the harbor, it rumbles its salute
Do you see? He has come!
I don't go to meet him, not I
I stay on the edge of the hill
And wait a long time
And the long wait doesn't weigh on me
And out of the bustling city
A man, a tiny speck
He 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 the distance
Without answering
I'll stay hidden
A bit in jest
A bit to avoid dying
At the first meeting
And he, somewhat anxious
Will call, will call
My little wife
Scent of verbena
The names he used to call me when he came
All this will happen
I promise you
Hold on to your fear
I await him with firm faith