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Plácido Domingo - La Donna è Mobile Lyrics



Plácido Domingo - La Donna è Mobile Lyrics





La donna è mobile, qual piùma 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 amabile, leggiadro viso,
Always a sweet, pretty face,
In pianto o in riso, è menzognero.
In tears or in laughter, (she) is (always) lying
La donna è mobile, qual piùma al vento,
Woman is fickle, like a feather in the wind,
Muta d'accento, e di pensier
She changes her accents, and her thoughts
E di pensier, e di pensier
And her thoughts, and her thoughts
È 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 nobody feels happy fully
Chi su quel seno non liba amore!
Who on that bosom doesn't drink love,
La donna è mobil, qual piùma 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!
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La donna è mobile, qual piùma 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 amabile, leggiadro viso,
Always a sweet, pretty face,
In pianto o in riso, è menzognero.
In tears or in laughter, (she) is (always) lying
La donna è mobile, qual piùma al vento,
Woman is fickle, like a feather in the wind,
Muta d'accento, e di pensier
She changes her accents, and her thoughts
E di pensier, e di pensier
And her thoughts, and her thoughts
È 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 nobody feels happy fully
Chi su quel seno non liba amore!
Who on that bosom doesn't drink love,
La donna è mobil, qual piùma 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!
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Writer: Giuseppe Verdi
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, PFIVE Entertainment Mexico, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




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