She was happy with her matrimony
even though her husband was the demon himself
the man had a temper
she used to complain he wasn't sensitive
Since about, three years ago
she receives letters from a stranger
letters filled with poems
which has returned her happiness
Who wrote those verses
tell me girl, who was it?
who sent you flowers in spring?
who every 9th of November
like always, without a name
sent you a violet bouquet
Sometimes she dreams and she imagines
what's he like, the one that loves her so much
he's probably a man with white hair
an open smile and tenderness in his hands
Who is who, who suffers in silence?
who could be her secret love?
she doesn't know anything, and she looks towards her husband
but she doesn't talk
Who wrote you those verses?
tell me girl, who was it?
who sent you flowers in spring?
who every 9th of November
as always without a name
sent you a violet bouquet
And every afternoon when her husband came back
tired from work, he vaguely looks at her
he doesn't talk, because he knows everything
she's happy that way, even without knowing
because it's him who writes those verses
he is her lover, her secret admirer
and she doesn't know anything
she looks at her husband but she doesn't talk
Who wrote those verses
tell me girl, who was it?
who sent you flowers in spring?
who every 9th of November
like always, without a name
sent you a violet bouquet.