Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna Donna, Donna, Donna, Don.Ĭalves are easily bound and slaughtered, never knowing the reason why. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna Donna, Donna, Donna, Don. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and half the summer's night. "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? How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. High above him there's a swallow, winging swiftly through the sky. On a waggon bound for market there's a calf with a mournful eye.
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