Un Ramito de Violetas Lyrics English Translation by Manzanita
She was happy in her marriage
Though her husband was a bit of a demon
The man had a touch of a bad temper
She complained that he was never tender
For more than three years now
She’s been receiving letters from a stranger
Letters filled with poetry
That have brought back her joy
Who was writing verses to you?
Tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in the spring?
Who, every ninth of November
As always, without a card, yes
Sent you a little bouquet of violets?
Sometimes she dreams and imagines
What the one who esteems her so much will be like
He might be a man with gray hair
An open smile and tenderness in his hands
Who could be silently suffering?
Who could be her secret love?
She, who knows nothing, looks at her husband
And then she stays silent
Who was writing verses to you?
Tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in the spring?
Who, every ninth of November
As always, without a card, yes
Sent you a little bouquet of violets?
And every evening when her husband returns
Tired from work, he glances at her
He says nothing because he knows everything
She’s like that, happy in any case
Because he is the one who writes her verses
He is her lover, her secret love
She, who knows nothing, looks at her husband
And then she stays silent
Who was writing verses to you?
Tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in the spring?
Who, every ninth of November
As always, without a card, yes
Sent you a little bouquet of violets?