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《Carmen》 The sistrums had the clanging sound That their rods made as they were swaying, And then with that strange music playing The Gypsy girls rose to the ground. The tambourines would race along, And stubborn hands that kept up with them Gave their guitars a furious rhythm, The same refrain, the same old song, The same refrain, the same old song. Tra la la la Tra la la la Tra la la la Tra la la la la la la la.
The copper and the silver rings On swarthy skins were bright and shining; And skirts with red or orange lining Would flutter in the wind like wings. The dance was married to the song, The dance was married to the song, At first unsure and hesitating, Then lively and accelerating… It all kept rising, rising all along!
The men, with strength as if from hell, Now beat their instruments to sound them, And with that dazzling noise around them The women fell under its spell. And to the rhythm of the song, And to the rhythm of the song, All hot and crazy, fevered, sweating, Intoxicated, they were letting The whirlwind carry them along! |