This one or that one, they are the same to me
As many others around, around I see
Of my heart, I do not yield the empire
Better to one, than to other beauties
Their charm is like a gift
Of that fate embellishes, life
If today this one, pleases me
Perhaps another, perhaps another, tomorrow it will be
Another, perhaps another, tomorrow it will be

We detest the tyrannical constancy of the heart
What a disease, what a cruel disease
I know who wants, let him remain faithful
There is no love, no no, if there is no freedom

Of the husbands' jealous fury
Of the lovers' torments, I laugh
I even defy Argus' hundred eyes
If a certain beauty, if a certain beauty, stings me
If a certain beauty, stings me

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