Joan Baez - Donna Donna

source: lvcatable cat chan  2014年02月11日
"donna donna" 在以色列語言中含有自由的意思，原曲來自以色列的一首民謠。 joan baez 帶著淡淡哀傷的歌聲，訴說一個民族的悲涼和無奈
source: terigower  2013年07月07日
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, 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?
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
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

Joan Baez ~ DONNA DONNA ~ Joan says: One of the most recent stories about this song is from May, 1989, when I was still in Czechoslovakia, while the Communist government was still well-entrenched. Humanitas International and I had invited some of the leading dissidents to my concert, incuding Vaclav Havel ( who later became the President of Czechlslovkia). Ot was a government-televised concert and police were all over the place. We had people sit with out dissident friends to keep them from being arrested.

"I sang and then invited a banned Slovakian musician to the stage where we got the microphones turned off for the first time. When I introduced Havel, the audience went wild. To close the concert I asked the "legitimate singers who performed before me to sing the encore with me. They were very hesitant, but I was able to persuade them. I hit about two notes of "Donna Donna" when the sound was cut again. But without a microphone in a hall of about 4,000 people we sang "Donna Donna." You could have heard a pin drop. Someone had taken the very serious personal risk of turning off the house music. Even the police were to embarrassed to interrupt and do their job. It was an important moment ------ a big victory. Recorded in concert for CBC Radio Montreal, Canada, 1969.

Original Yiddish1
אויפֿן פֿירל ליגט דאָס קעלבל,
ליגט געבונדן מיט אַ שטריק,
הויך אין הימל פֿליט דאָס שװעלבל,
פֿרײט זיך, דרײט זיך הין און קריק.
לאַכט דער װינט אין קאָרן,
לאַכט און לאַכט און לאַכט,
לאַכט ער אָפּ אַ טאָג, אַ גאַנצן
מיט אַ האַלבער נאַכט.
דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ,
דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאַ,
דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ,
דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאָנאַ, דאַ.
-שרײַט דאָס קעלבל, זאָגט דער פּויער,
?װער־זשע הײסט דיך זײַן אַ קאַלב,
װאָלסט געקענט צו זײַן אַ פֿויגל,
װאָלסט געקענט צו זײַן אַ שװאַלב.
לאכט דער װינט אין קאָרן ......
בידנע קעלבער טוט מען בינדן,
און מען שלעפּט זײ און מען שעכט,
װער ס'האָט פֿליגל, פֿליט אַרױפֿצו,
איז בײַ קײנעם ניט קײן קנעכט.

Translation by Secunda
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.
The wind laughs in the cornfield
Laughs with all his might
Laughs and laughs the whole day through
And half way through the night
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,
The wind laughs in the cornfield ...
Calves are born and soon are slaughtered
With no hope of being saved.
Only those with wing like swallow
Will not ever be enslaved.

Translation by Kevess & Schwartz
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.
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
Dona, dona, dona, do,
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
Dona, dona, dona, do.
"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?"
How the winds are laughing ...
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
Like the swallow has learned to fly.