Synopsis: Carmen wants José to join the smugglers. She tries to persuade him in the smuggler tavern, but José wants to lead an honest soldier’s life. Carmen is disappointed by so little courage and mocks him. José swears his love to her and reminds her of the flower she threw at him.
@tinley23 Right on both counts. The plate is one of 12 representing all the months of the year, unfortunately they are not marked on the back what month they are supposed to be. Plácido Domingo is on top of his game in this recording, witness the applause that went on for 2min 40sec on the video and it hadn't ended when the video stopped, amazing.
@tinley23 You probably already know the lyrics of the flower song but for anyone who needs it here is a translation:
The flower which you have thrown me,
I kept with me inside my prison,
Withered and dry, this flower,
Hath always retained its sweet smell,
And throughout the entire hours,
I would close my eyes and sniff it,
I would get drunk with this smell,
And during the night, I had visions of you!
I began to curse you,
To detest you, asking myself:
“O why has destiny placed
The flower upon my shirt?”
Then, I accused myself of blasphemy,
And I felt within myself naught,
Save one single desire,
one single desire, one single hope,
To see thee again, O Carmen, to see thee again!
For you had only to appear afore me,
And to throw one glance at me,
To take possession of my whole being.
O my Carmen!
And I was thy chattel!
Carmen, I love you!
September 14th, 2023
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The flower which you have thrown me,
I kept with me inside my prison,
Withered and dry, this flower,
Hath always retained its sweet smell,
And throughout the entire hours,
I would close my eyes and sniff it,
I would get drunk with this smell,
And during the night, I had visions of you!
I began to curse you,
To detest you, asking myself:
“O why has destiny placed
The flower upon my shirt?”
Then, I accused myself of blasphemy,
And I felt within myself naught,
Save one single desire,
one single desire, one single hope,
To see thee again, O Carmen, to see thee again!
For you had only to appear afore me,
And to throw one glance at me,
To take possession of my whole being.
O my Carmen!
And I was thy chattel!
Carmen, I love you!