Un capretto [Dona, dona]
Herbert PaganiOn A Wagon Bound To Market | |
ON A WAGON BOUND AND HELPLESS [DONNA, DONNA] | ON A WAGON BOUND TO MARKET |
On a wagon bound and helpless Lies a calf, who is doomed to die. High above him flies a swallow Soaring gaily through the sky. | 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. |
The wind laughs in the cornfield Laughs with all his might Laughs and laughs the whole day through And half way through the night. | How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer's night. |
Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona, do, Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona, do. | Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona, do, Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona, do. |
Now the calf is softly crying "Tell me wind, why do you laugh?" Why can’t I fly like the swallow Why did I have to be a calf, | "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?" |
The wind laughs in the cornfield Laughs with all his might Laughs and laughs the whole day through And half way through the night. | How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might Laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summer's night. |
Calves are born and soon are slaughtered With no hope of being saved. Only those with wing like swallow Will not ever be enslaved | Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never knowing the reason why. But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly. |