La Fleur Que Tu M'avais Jetée (englisch) Testo

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!