Carmen de España

I am Carmen from Spain
Cigarette maker from Seville
And the handsome men from Triana
I make them walk on their heads

But the story that a Frenchman wrote about me
Is not true
To whom I would make Pepitoria
If I were to see him again
I would use him as a cameo
If he crossed the Pyrenees

Carmen from Spain, streetwise
Carmen from Spain, brave
Carmen with a train dress
But Christian and decent

I don't know who Descamillo was
Nor do I know Don José
And I don't handle the knife
Not even at mealtime

I have fire in my eyelashes
When I look at the gachés
I am Carmen from Spain
And not Mérimée's
And not Mérimée's

I have been sung in the theater
Just like Traviata
But I warn more than four
That I'm going to mess up

Because it annoys me to no end
That there's a fake Carmen out there
Who is nothing like me
From the feet to the comb
I would hit her tambourine

Carmen from Spain, streetwise
Carmen from Spain, brave
Carmen with a train dress
But Christian and decent

I don't know who Descamillo was
Nor do I know Don José
And I don't handle the knife
Not even at mealtime

I have fire in my eyelashes
When I look at the gachés
I am Carmen from Spain
And not Mérimée's
And not Mérimée's

I am Carmen from Spain
And not Mérimée's
And not Mérimée's