Where there is a Spanish dance, Carmen reigns, where a Spaniard is sad, there is a captivity of the heart.
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Where bullfighting is noisy, there is a bullfighter, where resentment boils, there are eyes fixed.
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Everything seems to be in the past, and another era, but the flower, as before, is in your hand, ah,
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Carmen.
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And I will give again both love and faith, all love and faith, and what in return?
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Chorus:
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Oh, Carmen, there is still time, do not give a flower without loving, Carmen, come to your senses soon,
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again I am in your captivity!
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Oh, Carmen, there is still time, do not give a flower without loving, Carmen, come to your senses soon,
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again I am in your captivity!
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Where the bulls roared, there the motor roared on the autorodeo automatador.
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Much has happened, many changes, but proud Carmen has not changed.
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The black curl will tremble, the habanera will burst, again the flower of hope is in your hand, ah,
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Carmen.
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And I will give again both love and faith, all love and faith, and what in return?
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Chorus:
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Oh, Carmen, there is still time, do not give a flower without loving, Carmen, come to your senses soon,
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again I am in your captivity!
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Oh, Carmen, there is still time, do not give a flower without loving, Carmen, come to your senses soon,
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again I am in your captivity!
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Oh, Carmen, there is still time, do not give a flower without loving, Carmen, come to your senses soon,
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again I am in your captivity! |