Questa o Quella

This or that to me are equal
To how many others around
Around me I see
I do not yield the empire of my heart
Better to one than to another beauty

Their charm is like a gift
With which fate adorns our lives
If today this one pleases me
Perhaps another
Perhaps another tomorrow will
Perhaps another tomorrow will!

Constancy, tyrant of the heart
We detest like a disease
Like a cruel disease
Only those who want to remain faithful
There is no love if there is no freedom

The jealous fury of husbands
I ridicule the passions of lovers
Even the hundred eyes of Argus I defy
If I am stung
If I am stung by some beauty
If I am stung by some beauty!