La Donna è Mobile
Giuseppe Verdi
Woman is Fickle
Woman is fickle
Like a feather in the wind
She changes in tone
And in thought
Always a lovable
Graceful face
In tears and in laughter
She is deceitful
Woman is fickle
Like a feather in the wind
She changes in tone
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 does not drink love
From that bosom
Woman is fickle
Like a feather in the wind
She changes in tone
And in thought
And in thought
And in thought
