donna donna

On the 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 treir might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half summer´s night.

Stop complaining, said the farmer
Who taugh 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
They laugh with all treir might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half summer´s night.
Calfes are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
April --
Like the swallow has learned to fly.

How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all treir might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half summer´s night.