Ramito de Violetas
Mi Banda El Mexicano
Bouquet of Violets
She was happy in her marriage, although 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 he has been receiving letters from a stranger
Letters full of poetry that have brought back joy
Who wrote verses to you, tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in spring?
You received them with love
As always without a card
I was sending you a bunch of violets
Sometimes he dreams, sometimes he imagines
What will the one who esteems her so much be like?
He will be more of a gray-haired man
Open smile and tenderness in his hands
Who will suffer in silence?
Who can be your secret love?
She who knows nothing, looks at her husband and then remains silent
Who wrote verses to you, tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in spring?
You received them with love
As always without a card
I was sending you a bunch of violets
Every evening when her husband returns
Tired of work, he goes and looks at her out of the corner of his eye
He doesn't say anything because he knows everything
She is like that, happy anyway
Because he is the one who writes verses to her
He is her lover, her secret love
She who knows nothing, looks at her husband and then remains silent
Who wrote verses to you, tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in spring?
You received them with love
As always without a card
I was sending you a bunch of violets
