How the winds are laughing.

A meadow, from the view of a lying calf. The swallow has flown away. The grass like a green fire.

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Wie die Winde lachen.

Eine Wiese, aus der Sicht eines liegenden Kalbes. Die Schwalbe ist davongeflogen. Das Gras wie grünes Feuer.

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The title is from this song:

Donna Donna / Joan Baez

www.youtube.com/watch?v=gQ5Jl4wGNG4

 

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 the 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 the 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 the 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

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Nikon Micro-Nikkor-P / 1:3.5 / 55 mm

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