Un ramito de violetas [English translation]

She was happy in her marriage

Even though her husband was the very devil

The man had a bit of a bad temper

She complained that he was never affectionate

For more that 3 years now

She's been receiving letters from an stranger

Letters full of poetry

That have brought joy to her life again

Who wrote you those verses girl,

tell me who was it

Who always sent you flowers, in spring

with love you did received them

As always without a card

He sent you a bouquet of violets

Sometimes she dreams and tries to imagine

How is that person who holds her in such high regard

Could he be a man with gray hair

A broad smile and tenderness in his hands

Who could be he that suffers in silence

Who could be her secret love

She who doesn't know anything

Looks at her husband and then falls silent

Who wrote you those verses girl,

tell me who was it

Who always sent you flowers, in spring

with love you did received them

As always without a card

He sent you a bouquet of violets

And every afternoon when her husband returns

Tired from work, he goes and looks at her from the corner of his eye

He doesn't say anything because he knows everything

She is happy like this nonetheless

Because it is he who is writing her the verses

He is her secret lover, her secret romance

She who doesn't know anything

Looks at her husband and then falls silent

Who wrote you those verses girl,

tell me who was it

Who always sent you flowers, in spring

with love you did received them

As always without a card

He sent you a bouquet of violets