La Donna È Mobile

Woman is fickle
Like a feather in the wind,
She changes in voice
And in thought.
Always a lovely
Graceful face,
In tears or in laughter,
She is deceitful.

Woman is fickle
Like a feather in the wind,
She changes in voice
And in thought.
And in thought, and in thought!

He who trusts her
Is always wretched,
He who confides in her,
His heart is heedless!
Yet never can he feel
Fully happy
Who on that bosom
Does not drink love!

Woman is fickle
Like a feather in the wind,
She changes in voice
And in thought.
And in thought, and in thought!