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
[Coro]
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?"
[Coro]
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
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly
[Conclusi�n]
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
