Ramito de Violetas
Mi Banda El Mexicano
Bouquet of Violets
She was happy in her marriage, although her husband was the same demon
The man had a bit of a bad temper, she complained that he was never tender
For over three years now, she has been receiving letters from a stranger
Letters full of poetry that have brought back her joy
Who was writing verses to you, tell me girl who was it?
Who was sending 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, sometimes she imagines
What will he be like, the one who esteems her so much?
He will probably be a man with gray hair
An open smile and tenderness in his hands
Who is suffering in silence?
Who could be her secret love?
She who knows nothing, looks at her husband and then remains silent
Who was writing verses to you, tell me girl who was it?
Who was sending 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 like that, happy in any way
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 remains silent
Who was writing verses to you, tell me girl who was it?
Who was sending you flowers in the spring?
With love you received them
As always without a card
He sent you a bouquet of violets
