Carmen

This film was shot

on location in Andalucia,

in Ronda, Carmona, and Seville.

With thanks to Antonio Ordoñez

for use of La Plaza de Toros in Ronda

and for the bulls from his farm.

Across the square, people come and people go.

A right rum bunch they are! A right rum bunch they are!

A right rum bunch! A right rum bunch they are!

A right rum bunch!

Before the guardhouse gate, just killing time,

we smoke and joke and stare at all the passers-by.

Across the square, people come and people go.

A right rum bunch they are!

A right rum bunch!

Take a look, this young thing

looks like she wants to ask us something.

Look! Look!

She is turning back

and she is wavering?

We have to help her!

Hello, love. What are you after?

Me? I'm looking for a corporal.

Right you are, then. Here I am!

My corporal's name is

Don José.

Do you know him?

Don José! We all know him.

You do? Is he with you, if you please?

He is not a corporal in our company.

So, he is not here.

No, sweet lady,

he is not here, but in a while,

but in a while, he will be here.

He will be here when the relief

takes over for the old guard.

He will be here when the relief guard

takes over for the old guard.

But while we wait for him to come,

won't you now, my pretty one

won't you be so kind

as to step inside with us a while?

- With you? - With us.

Oh, no! Oh, no! Thanks all the same,

dear soldiers and gentlemen.

Don't be afraid, my pretty one!

I swear, we shall treat

your ladyship from head to feet,

with the respect

we rightly should.

I do not doubt it, however

I shall come back, it will be wiser.

I shall come back when the relief guard

takes over for the old guard.

You'd better stay, because the relief guard

is taking over for the old guard.

- You'll stay. - Oh, no, no!

- You'll stay. - Oh, no!

You'll stay, oh yes, you'll stay!

Goodbye to you, dear soldiers and gentlemen.

Now the bird flies.

Better wipe your eyes.

Let's get back to killing time

by watching people come and go.

Across the square, people come and people go.

A right rum bunch they are! A right rum bunch they are!

A right rum bunch they are!

A right rum bunch!

It's the changing of the guard! Here we come! Here we are!

Make that trumpet blare! Ta ra ta ta, ta ra ta ta.

Heads held high, we march along like little soldiers.

Be sure we'll get it right. We're all in step, left-right.

Shoulders back, stick out your chest,

arms straight, no slack, that's right, that way's best.

It's the changing of the guard! Here we come! Here we are!

Make that trumpet blare! Ta ra ta ta, ta ra ta ta.

Heads held high, we march along like little soldiers.

Be sure we'll get it right. We're all in step, left-right.

Shoulders back, stick out your chest,

arms straight, no slack, that's right, that way's the best.

Here we are and here we come.

A pretty girl asked for you. Said she'd come back.

A pretty girl?

She had a blue skirt and a plait.

That must be Micaëla!

She didn't say her name.

The old guard goes home, and off they go.

Make that trumpet blare! Ta ra ta ta, ta ra ta ta.

Heads held high, we march along like little soldiers.

Be sure we'll get it right. We're all in step, left-right.

Tell me, Corporal?

Lieutenant?

What's that building?

That's the tobacco factory.

I can see you're new here. Everyone knows it.

Women work there, don't they?

Yes, four or five hundred women.

We're not allowed in, they're always half-naked in there,

especially the young ones.

That's why you stand here staring wide-eyed.

To be honest, I don't go around with those girls.

Andalucian girls aren't for me.

You don't say!

Perhaps, we prefer blue skirts and blond plaits.

You heard Moralès talking to me?

It's the dress, it reminds me of Navarre.

You're from Navarre?

My name's Don José Lizzara Bengoa. I left home to enlist.

That girl was taken in by my mother, her name's Micaëla.

The bell has rung.

We have come

to watch the factory girls returning.

And then we'll follow you, dark-haired cigarette girls,

and whisper words of love in every ear,

and whisper words of love in every ear.

Words of love.

Look at them! What saucy eyes,

and what coquettes!

Every one is smoking, with lips slightly parted,

their cigarettes!

Into the air, we follow it with our gaze,

the smoke, the smoke,

that goes up to the skies in perfumed wisps.

It goes so gently to your head,

to your head,

and leads your heart, so gently, in a festive mood!

When lovers softly whisper, it's all smoke!

And cry to us how much they care, it's all smoke!

When lovers softly whisper, it's all smoke!

All smoke! All smoke!

Into the air, we follow it with our gaze,

into the air, we follow it with our gaze,

the smoke!

Into the air, we follow it with our gaze,

up to the skies in perfumed wisps.

The smoke!

Be kind to us today,

sweethearts, listen to what we have to say.

You know how much we prize you,

idolize you!

Be kind to us today,

sweethearts, listen to what we have to say.

You know how much we prize you. Hear us, sweethearts!

When lovers softly whisper

and tell us how much they care, it's all smoke!

We love you anyway. Listen to what we have to say!

Hear us!

The smoke, the smoke!

Hear us!

Sweethearts!

But there's no sign of Carmencita!

There she is!

Here is Carmencita!

Carmen! At your heels we press,

Carmen! Be good. Do say yes.

Say when you'll love us at last!

Carmen, say when you'll love us at last!

When will I love you?

My word, I don't know.

Perhaps never,

perhaps tomorrow!

But not today,

that's sure.

Love is a mutinous bird

that nobody can tame,

in vain, you call his name

when it suits him, he'll refuse.

No point in threats or a pleading voice,

the first speaks well, the other is dumb.

The silent one is my choice,

I fancy him, though he keeps mum.

Love,

love,

love.

Love is the child of gypsy life,

and he loves to flout the law.

If you won't love me, I'll love you!

And if I love you, watch out!

Watch out!

If you won't love me,

if you won't love me, I'll love you!

Watch out!

But if I love you, if I love you,

watch out!

Love is the child of gypsy life, and he loves to flout the law.

If you won't love me, I'll love you!

But if I love you, watch out!

If you won't love me,

if you won't love me, I'll love you!

But if I love you, if I love you,

watch out!

The bird you thought you'd bait

took wing and flew away,

when love is far off, it makes you wait,

when you give up, it's in the way.

All round you, quickly winging by,

it comes, it goes and back again.

You think you've caught it, then it's shy.

When you keep clear, it's got you then!

Love,