One Fine Day (Madame Butterfly) Songtext

von Giacomo Puccini

Weeping? And why? And why?
Ah, ′tis faith you are lacking
Hear me One fine day we'll notice
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 hillock 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
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 answering Hold myself quietly concealed 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 tell you Bani your idle fears For he

Thanks Dhiraj Sharma for your contribution.