The flower that you threw to me
Remained with me while I was in prison.
Withered and dried, the flower

Always maintained its sweet scent.
And for hours,
My eyes, with eyelids closed,

I became intoxicated by this smell
And in the night I saw you!
I began to curse you,

I detested you, to saying to myself:
Why is it necessary for fate
To put herself there in my path?

Then I accused myself of blasphemy
And I felt only within myself
I felt but one desire

A single desire, a single hope
To see you again, oh Carmen,
To see you again!

For you had only to appear
Only to throw your glance at me
In order to take a hold of all my being

Oh my Carmen!
And I was owned by you.
Carmen, I love you!