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. All the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and have the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna die. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna die. Stop complaining, said the farmer, who told you a calf to be. Why don't you have wings to fly away, like the swallow so proud and free? How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laugh and laugh the whole day through, and have the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna die. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna die. Deaths are easily bound and slaughtered, never knowing the reason why. But whoever treasures freedom, like the swallow has learned to fly. How the winds are laughing, they laugh with all their might. Laughing up the whole day through and half the summer's night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna die. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna die.