This girl or that girl are just
The same to me,
To all the others around me

I won't give away my heart
This beauty nor to the others.
Their charm is a gift

Given by destiny to embellish their lives
If today I love this one
I'll probably love someone else tomorrow.

We hate constancy, the heart's tyrant,
As if it were a cruel plague,
Let those who wish to be faithful

Keep their fidelity alive;
There is no love without freedom.
The rage of jealous husbands

And lovers' woes I despise,
I can defy Argo's hundred eyes
If I fancy a beautiful girl.