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. 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 who ever treasures freedom, like the swallow has learned to fly. + Chorus
----------- "History that repeats itself turns to farce. Farce that repeats itself turns to history."
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