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