Lyrics
Translated from the orginal Italian:
Woman is fickle (movable), like a feather in the wind,she changes the tone of her voice (i.e., her accents), and her thoughts
Always a sweet, pretty face,in tears or in laughter, (she) is (always) lying. Woman is fickle, like a feather in the wind,she changes her accents, and her thoughts
and her thoughts, and her thoughts It is always miserable, he that trusts in her
(He is always miserable who trusts in her)
who to her confides, his unwary heart!
Yet nobody feels happy fully who on that bosom doesn't drink love,Woman is fickle, like a feather in the wind,she changes the tone of her voice and her thoughts and her thoughts, and her thoughts!
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