Un Bel Di, Vedremo - from Madama Butterfly click here
One fine day we'll notice
A thread of smoke arising
On the sea in the far horizon,
And then a 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 hillock
And wait there,
And wait for a long time,
But never weary of the long waiting.
From out of the crowded city there is coming,
A man, a little speck in the distance,
Climbing the hillock.
Can you guess who it is?
And when he's reached the summit,
Can you guess what he'll say?
He will call, "Butterfly," from the distance.
I, without answ'ring,
Hold myself quietly conceal'd;
A bit to tease him
And a bit so as not to die at our first meeting.
And then, a little troubled,
He will call, he will call,
"Dear baby wife of mine,
Dear little orange blossom!"
The names he used to call me when he came here.
This will all come to pass as I tell you,
Banish your idle fears for he will return,
I know it.