La Fleur Que Tu M'avais Jetté

The flower that you threw at me
in my prison remained with me,
withered and dry, this flower
carried always its sweet scent;
and for hours on end,
on my eyes,
closing my eyelids,
intoxicated by this scent
and in the night I saw you!
I found myself cursing you,
detesting you, telling myself:
why did destiny
put it there on my path!
Then I accused myself of blasphemy,
and I felt within myself,
only one desire, one hope:
to see you again, oh Carmen, yes,
to see you!
Because you only had to appear,
to cast a glance at
me to take hold
of my whole being,
oh my Carmen!
And I belonged to you!
Carmen, I love you!