Ramito De Violetas
Mi Banda El Mexicano
Bouquet of Violets
She was happy in her marriage even though her husband was the devil himself
The man had a bit of a bad temper
She complained that he was never tender
For more than three years now, she has been receiving letters from a stranger
Letters full of poetry that have brought her joy
Who was writing verses to you, tell me girl who he was
Who sent you flowers in the spring, with love you received them
As always without a card
He sent you a bouquet of violets
Sometimes she dreams and imagines
What the one who esteems her so much will be like
He will probably be a man with gray hair
Open smile and tenderness in his hands
Who could he be, suffering in silence
Who could be her secret love
She who knows nothing looks at her husband and then stays silent
Who was writing verses to you, tell me girl who he was
Who sent you flowers in the spring, with love you received them, as always without a card
He sent you a bouquet of violets
Every evening when her husband returns
Tired from work, he looks at her sideways
He says nothing because he knows everything
She is happy like this in any case
Because he who writes her verses, he is her lover, her secret love
She who knows nothing looks at her husband and then stays silent
Who was writing verses to you, tell me girl who he was
Who sent you flowers in the spring, with love you received them, as always without a card
He sent you a bouquet of violets
Sha-raira, sha-raira, sha-raira, rara-irarai
Sha-raira, sha-raira, sha-raira, ra
