Woman is as wayward As a feather in the breeze, She changes her tune And her mind. A lovable, Pretty face Is always deceitful, Whether weeping or smiling. Woman is as wayward As a feather in the breeze, She changes her tune And her mind. And her mind, and her mind! Anyone who trusts her Is always wretched, He who confides in her, His heart is broken! But no one can ever be Completely happy If he does not sip love On that breast. Woman is as wayward As a feather in the breeze, She changes her tune And her mind. And her mind, and her mind!