La Donna è Mobile

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