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, 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?"
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Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom, like the swallow has learned to fly.
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