Un capretto [Dona, dona]
Herbert PaganiOn A Wagon Bound And Helpless (Donna, Donna) | |
DOS KELBL (DONA, DONA) | ON A WAGON BOUND AND HELPLESS [DONNA, DONNA] |
Afn firl ligt a kelbl, ligt gebundn mit a shtrik; afn himl flit a foygl, flit un dreyt zikh hin un tsurik. | 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. |
Lakht der vint in korn, lakht un lakht un lakht, lakht er op a tog a gantsn un an halber nakht... hey, dona dona dona dona... | The wind laughs in the cornfield Laughs with all his might Laughs and laughs the whole day through And half way through the night. |
Veynt dos kelbl, zogt der poyer: ver zhe heyst dir zayn a kalb? Volstu beser zayn a foygl, volstu beser zayn a shvalb. | Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona, do, Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona, do. |
Lakht der vint in korn, lakht un lakht un lakht, lakht er op a tog a gantsn un an halber nakht... hey, dona dona dona dona... | 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, |
Bidne kelblekh tut men bindn un men shlept zey un men shekht ober ver s'hot fligl, flit aroyftsu, un iz keynes nit keyn knekht... | The wind laughs in the cornfield Laughs with all his might Laughs and laughs the whole day through And half way through the night. |
Lakht der vint in korn, lakht un lakht un lakht, lakht er op a tog a gantsn un an halber nakht... hey, dona dona dona dona... | Calves are born and soon are slaughtered With no hope of being saved. Only those with wing like swallow Will not ever be enslaved |