Don José
La fleur que tu m’avais jetée
dans ma prison m’était restée,
flétrie et sèche, cette fleur
gardait toujours sa douce odeur;
et pendant des heures entières,
sur mes yeux, fermant mes paupières,
de cette odeur je m’enivrais
et dans la nuit je te voyais!
Je me prenais à te maudire,
à te détester, à me dire:
pourquoi faut-il que le destin
l’ait mise là sur mon chemin!
Puis je m’accusais de blasphème,
et je ne sentais en moi-même,
je ne sentais qu’un seul désir,
un seul désir, un seul espoir:
te revoir, ô Carmen, oui, te revoir!
Car tu n’avais eu qu’à paraître,
qu’à jeter un regard sur moi,
pour t’emparer de tout mon être,
ô ma Carmen!
Et j’étais une chose à toi!
Carmen, je t’aime!
| Don José
In prison I kept lovingly
The flower you had thrown at me.
Though it had faded and turned dry,
It still smelled sweet as time went by;
And I would put that special flower
On my closed eyes, hour after hour.
Drunk with that fragrance, I felt light,
And there I saw you in the night!
At times I would begin to hate you,
To curse you and to execrate you,
To say: why did it have to be
That fate brought her so close to me!
Then I thought that faith had defied me,
And I only felt deep inside me,
I only felt but one desire,
But one desire, one hope, one yen,
To see you, Carmen, yes, see you again!
For all you needed was to be there,
To throw a fleeting glance my way,
To have full mastery of me there,
Oh, Carmen, dear!
And all you did with me was play!
Carmen, I love you! |
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