Makaarim Diary: The Places that I've been there

Donna Donna (My Favourite Song)

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

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…

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

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly