On a wagon, bound for market

Theres a calf with a mournful eye

High above him, theres 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 summers night

Donna donna

Stop complaining, said the farmer

Who told you a calf to be?

Why dont you have wings to fly with

Like the swallow so proud and free

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered

Never knowing the reason why

But whoever treasures freedom

Like the swallow has learned to fly