on a wagon bound for market
there's a calf with a mournful eye
high above him there's a swallow
wingling swiftly through the sky
how the winds are launghing
they laugh with all their might
laugh and laugli 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 pround and free
calves are easily bound and slaughtered
never knowing the reason why
but whoever treasures freedom
like the swallow has learned to fly