The flower that you threw at me
In my prison remained with me
Withered and dry, this flower
Always kept its sweet smell
And for whole hours
On my eyes, closing my eyelids
With this smell I became intoxicated
And in the night I saw you!
I found myself cursing you
Hating you, tell me
Why did fate have to put her in my path?
Then I accused myself of blasphemy
And I didn't feel in myself
br/>I felt only one desire
One desire, one hope
See you again, o Carmen, or, see you again
For you only had to appear
What to take a look at me
To take possession of my whole being
O my Carmen!
And I was a thing of yours
Carmen, I love you!