La Fleur Que Tu M'avais Jetée

The flower you had thrown at me,
In my prison had remained.
Withered and dry, this flower
Always kept its sweet smell;
And for hours on end,
Closing my eyelids, on my eyes,
I would get drunk on that smell
And in the night, I saw you!
I found myself cursing you,
Hating you, telling myself:
Why did fate
Place it there on my path?
Then I accused myself of blasphemy,
And I felt within myself,
I felt only one desire,
One desire, one hope:
To see you again, oh Carmen,
To see you again!
Because you only had to appear,
To cast a glance at me
To take over my whole being,
Oh my Carmen!
And I belonged to you
Carmen, I love you!