(A. Zeitlin, S. Secunda)
On a waggon 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,
They 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?" + Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
Never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
Like the swallow has learned to fly. + Chorus
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