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 [bad word] 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!