On a cart on the way to the market, a calf stands with a gloomy look. Above him, the stable swings, light and airy through the shade. And how the winds laugh, their storming, happy laugh. They laugh all day long, and every summer night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna. Stop complaining, said the farmer, who told you to become a calf? Why don't you have wings, like the swan, so proud and free? And how the winds laugh, their storming, happy laugh. They laugh all day long, and every summer night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna. Calves are easily caught and slaughtered, we never know why it happens. But all living things that want freedom, like the swan, say, give wings. And how the winds laugh, their storming, happy laugh. They laugh all day long, and every summer night. Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna.