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Or che son morta te lo posso dire Perché t'ho fatto un dì tanto soffrire. Son l'ombra di Carmen. T'appressa a me, o don Josè. Sospinta da crudel cura inquieta Ho corso vagabonda e senza meta. L'anima gonfia del sogno d'amore E vuoto il core, o don Josè... E il sangue del mio cor tutto immolato A quell'idolo oscuro ed implacato. Sempre pensosa dei diletti arcani Dell'indomani... dell'indomani... La verità d'amor non l'ho capita Che nell'ultimo istante di mia vita. Nel colpo di coltel ch'ebbi da te, T'appressa a me, o don Josè.
- by Enrico Panzacchi (1840 - 1904) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- ENG English (Andrew Schneider) , "The Ghost of Carmen", copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Now that I am dead, I can tell you why I made you suffer so that fateful day. I am Carmen's ghost. Come closer to me, Don José. Suspended by cruel, nagging anxiety, I have run aimlessly about, a vagrant. My soul swells up with dreams of love. My heart is empty, o Don José. And the blood in my heart, all sacrificed to that implacable and enigmatic idol, always thinking upon the mysterious delights of the next day... and the next... I did not understand the truth about love until my dying breath 'neath the knife-blow I received at your hands... Come closer, Don José.
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