A, a...
Under the Argentinian sky
This night, my refrain
Will run the roads
The valleys and the plains
For you, Carmen, whom I love
My refrain is my heart
A, a...
My love has wings
When my faithful voice
Flies away and calls you
For you, Carmen, whom I love
I have a hundred thousand kisses
I have a hundred thousand poems
And do you want to keep them?
Guitars of the night
That make the moon dream
Will tell you this message :
“My dear, my heart is good”
The sweet voice of the wind
That plays alone in the dunes
You tell my grievances
You tell my desires
To see them again
I have climbed all over there
The mountain roses
The echo that knows things
Have told me “Here it is”
A, a...
Under the Argentinian sky
This night, my refrain
Go run the path
The valleys and the plains
For you, Carmen, whom I love
My refrain is my heart
A, a...
My love has wings
When my faithful voice
Flies and calls you
For you, Carmen, whom I love
I have a hundred thousand kisses
I have a hundred thousand poems
And do you want to keep them?
Guitars of the night
That make the moon dream
Will tell you this message :
“My dear, my heart is good”
The sweet voice of the wind
That plays alone in the dunes
You tell my grievances
You tell my desires
To see them again