La donna ? mobile Qual piuma al vento, Muta d'accento — e di pensiero. Sempre un amabile, Leggiadro viso, In pianto o in riso, — ? menzognero.
La donna ? mobil qual piuma al vento, Muta d'accento e di pensier! e di pensier! e di pensier!
? sempre misero Chi a lei s'affida, Chi le confida — mal cauto il cuore! Pur mai non sentesi Felice appieno Chi su quel seno — non liba amore!
La donna ? mobil qual piuma al vento, Muta d'accento e di pensier! e di pensier! e di pensier!
This woman is flighty Like a feather in the wind, She changes her voice — and her mind. Always sweet, Pretty face, In tears or in laughter, — she is always lying.
The woman is flighty Like a feather in the wind, She changes the tone of her voice and her thoughts, And her thoughts! And her thoughts!
Always miserable Is he who trusts her, He who confides in her — his unwary heart! Yet one never feels Fully happy Who on that bosom — does not drink love!
Woman is flighty Like a feather in the wind, She changes the tone of her voice and her thoughts, And her thoughts! And her thoughts!