Luciano Pavarotti la donna e mobile

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[1.] The woman is mobile like a feather in the wind,
changes her tone and thoughts.
Always a lovely graceful face,
in tears or in laughter, is a lie.
The woman is mobile like a feather in the wind,
changes her accent and thoughts, and of thought,
and... and of thought.
[2.] He who entrusts himself to her is always miserable,
He who confides in her is ill-cautious !
Even if you never feel fully happy,
Whoever does not pour love on that breast!
The woman is as mobile as a feather in the wind,
Mute of 'accent and of pensier, and of pensier,
and..........and of - pensier.

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