On a wagon, bound for market
there's a calf with a mournful eye,
high above him there's a swallow
winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing,
the laugh with all their might,
laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer's night.
Donna, donna, donna, donna
donna, donna, donna, don,
donna, donna, donna donna,
donna, donna, donna, don.
"Stop complaining!" said the farmer,
"Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have, wings to fly
with like the swallow so proud and free?"
How the winds are laughing,
the laugh with all their might,
laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer's night.
Donna, donna, donna, donna
donna, donna, donna, don,
donna, donna, donna donna,
donna, donna, donna, don.
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why,
but whoever treasures freedom
like the swallow has learned to fly.
How the winds are laughing,
the laugh with all their might,
laugh and laugh the whole day through,
and half the summer's night.
Donna, donna, donna, donna
donna, donna, donna, don,
donna, donna, donna donna,
donna, donna, donna, don.