On a waggon bound for market
there`s a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there`s a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.

Chorus:
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?”

+ Chorus
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
like the swallow has learned to fly.

+ Chorus

*sebenarnya udah lama tau lagu ini. Tapi baru sekarang replay-nya lagi. Pas kemarin membaca Padang Bulan-nya Andre Hirata, jadi tambah semangat tuk nyanyiin lagu ini. Oya, tadi ngopas di sini..