Оригинален текст
On a waggon bound for market
theres a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him theres a sw*llow,
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, 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 dont you have wings to fly with,
like the sw*llow so proud and free? + Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
like the sw*llow has learned to fly. + Chorus
(Joan Baez)