La donna e mobile qual piuma al vento
Woman is fickle movable like a feather in the wind
muta d'accento e di pensiero
she changes the tone of her voice i e her accents and her thoughts
Sempre un amanile leggiadro viso
Always a sweet pretty face
in pianto o in riso e menzognero
in tears or in laughter she is always lying
La donna e mobile qual piuma al vento
Woman is fickle like a feather in the wind
muta daccento e di pernsier
she changes her accents and her thoughts
e di pensier e di pensier
and her thoughts and her thoughts
E sempre misero chi a lei s'affida
It is always miserable he that trusts in her
He is always miserable who trusts in her
chi le confida mal cauto il core
who to her confides his unwary heart
Pur mai non sentesi felice appieno
Yet nobady feels happy fully
chi su quel seno non liba amore
who on that bosom doesn't drink love
La donna e mobil qual piuma al vento
Woman is fickle like a feather in the wind
muta d'accento e di pensier
she changes the tone of her voice and her thoughts
e di pensier e di pensier
and her thoughts and her thoughts