Well, then? I will go far away,
As far as the echo of the church bell,
There, through the white snow,
There, through the golden clouds,
There, where hope, hope
Is regret, is regret and pain!
Oh, from my mother's happy house,
Wally will go away from you, from you.
Far enough away, and maybe,
And maybe, she will never return to you.
You'll never see her again.
Never again, never again.
I will go alone and far away,
As far as the echo of the church bell,
There, through the white snow;
I will go, I will go alone and far,
Among the golden clouds.
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