She got married and she is happy
in spite her husband being wild
all the time he is in a bad mood
and even doesn’t know why
for the last three years, she receives
under the door, from an unknown man,
letters of poetry to her
they lighten up her youth.
Who is writing to you, girl, who sends you flags
a bunch of purple flowers when spring comes
who, every ninth of November,
with no name, greetings or hint,
sends you a wreath of violets tied with a bow.
The whole night she can't fall asleep
she day dreams about him
probably a man with a romantic heart,
good soul and nice smile
for three years she has been suffering in silence
yes sometimes she nearly screams
and what if her husband found out?
she hides her letters.
Who is writing to you, girl,...
When her husband comes home from work
throws a questioning glance
He doesn’t say anything, but he knows,
if she knew she would go crazy:
yes, it’s him (= husband) that writes to her,
he is the lover, he is the subject of her dreams.
And what if her husband found out?
She hides her letters.
Who is writing to you, girl,...