Soy Carmen la de Ronda [English translation]

I don't know why

All the males, all the males

Get fuming mad if they even just hear my name,

If they hear my name.

Go away crown, go away corona,

That which they have placed as part of my elegant style*

as part of my style.

One, two, three: "Make the Sign of the Cross"* and die!

With my charming eyes

that raise nervous laughs,

that can make a Frenchman laugh himself silly

and one from Spain, one from Spain

so that if one is near me, they will be distracted, distracted.*

One, two, three: "Make the Sign of the Cross" and die!

I always do what I want,

without anyone shielding me,

You don't have to give, live salty!

Three quarters to the crier/announcer,

Carmen of Ronda, Carmen of Ronda.

One, two, three: "Make the Sign of the Cross" and die!

If not quite the commotion of this mess,

of this mess,

They will burn whichever day the Pyrenees, the Pyrenees.

Go revelry, go revelry, that I put together

The eyes of this Gypsy, of this Gypsy.

One, two, three: "Make the Sign of the Cross" and die!

Though the wind that blows, makes the bonfire grow,

I do and say things that are completely random without fear,

And in that trance, and in that trance

I will for the beautiful fire of my romance,

of my romance.

One, two, three: "Make the Sign of the Cross" and die!

I always do what I want,

without anyone shielding me,

You don't have to give, live salty!

The quarters to the crier/announcer,

Carmen of Ronda, of Ronda.

One, two, three: "Make the Sign of the Cross" and die!