La donna e mobile
The woman is fickle

La donna e mobile qual piuma al vento,
The woman is fickle like a feather in the wind,

Muta d?accento e di pensiero.
Change of word and thought.

Sempre un amabile leggiadro viso,
Always a lovable pretty face,

In pianto o in riso, e menzognero.
In tears or in smiles, is lying.

E sempre misero chi a lei s?affida,
And always miserable who to her trusts,

Chi le confida mal cauto il core! 
Who to her confides wrongly cautious the heart!

Pur mai non sentesi felice appieno
Yet never not feels himself happy completely

Chi su quel seno non liba amore!
Who upon this breast not tastes love!