La Donna è Mobile
Giuseppe Verdi
Woman is Fickle
Woman is fickle
like a feather in the wind
changing in tone
and in thought
Always a lovable
graceful face
crying and laughing
is deceitful
Woman is fickle
like a feather in the wind
changing in tone
and in thought
and in thought
and in thought
He who trusts her
who confides in her
has an unsteady heart
Yet never can he feel
fully happy
who does not drink love
from that bosom
Woman is fickle
like a feather in the wind
changing in tone
and in thought
and in thought
and in thought
