Ebbene ... N'andro lontana,
Come va l'eco della pia campana,
La fra la neve bianca;
La fra le nubi d'or;
La dov' la speranza, la speranza
Il rimpianto, il rimpianto, e il dolor!
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
Ebbene? ... N'andr?lontana,
Come l'eco della pia campana,
L? fra la neve bianca;
L? fra le nubi d'or;
N'andr? n'andr?sola e lontana!
E fra le nubi d'or!