Ramito de Violetas [English translation]

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.