Habanera (Carmen)

When will I love you?

Good Lord, I don't know,

Maybe never, maybe tomorrow.

But not today, that's for sure.

Love is a rebellious bird

that nobody can tame,

and you call him quite in vain

if it suits him not to come.

Nothing helps, neither threat nor prayer.

One man talks well, the other keeps silent;

it's the other one that I prefer.

He never said anything, but I like his looks.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a Bohemian's child,

it has never, ever, recognized the law;

if you love me not, then I love you;

if I love you, you'd best beware!

if you love me not,

if you love me not, then I love you;

but if I love you,

if I love you, you'd best beware!

if you love me not,

if you love me not, then I love you;

but if I love you,

if I love you, you'd best beware!

The bird you thought you had caught

beat its wings and flew away ...

love stays away, you wait and wait;

when least expected, there it is!

All around you, swift, swift,

it comes, goes, then it returns ...

you think you hold it fast, it flees

you think you're free, it holds you fast.

Love! Love! Love! Love!

Love is a Bohemian child,

it has never, ever, known law;

if you love me not, then I love you;

if I love you, you'd best beware!