The flower that you tossed to me
In my prison stayed with me.
Withered and dried, this flower
Kept always its sweet odor
And during all of the hours,
Over my eyes closed my eyelids,
I became intoxicated with this odor
And in the night I saw you!
I became accustomed to cursing you,
To detesting you, to saying to myself:
Why is it necessary for destiny
To put herself there on my path?
Then I accused myself of blasphemy
And I didn’t feel but in myself
I didn’t feel but one desire
A sole desire, a sole hope
To see you again, oh Carmen,
to see you again!
For you had only to appear
Only to toss a glance towards me
In order to take a hold of all my being
Oh my Carmen
And I was yours
Carmen, I love you!
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