Well then? I'll go far away,
As goes the echo from the pious bell
There, amid the white snow;
There, amid the golden clouds;
There, where hope is, hope,
Regret, regret, and sorrow!
Well then? I shall go far away,
There, where hope is, hope,
And regret
Alone and far away!
Two men collide
When two men collide, when two men collide
It's a question of honour
Two men collide
When two men collide, when two men collide
It's a question of honour
Two men collide
When two men collide, when two men collide
If you win or you lose,
It's a question of honour
And the way that you choose,
It's a question of honour
I can't tell what's wrong or right
If black is white or day is night
But I know when two men collide
It's a question of honour
If you win or you lose,
It's a question of honour
And the way that you choose,
It's a question of honour
If you win or you lose,
It's a question of honour
And the way that you choose,
It's a question of honour
I can't tell what's wrong or right
If black is white or day is night
I know when two men collide
It's a question of honour
Well then? I'll go far away,
As goes the echo from the pious bell
There, amid the white snow;
There, amid the golden clouds;
I'll go, I'll go alone and far away!
And amid the golden clouds!