Ramito de Violetas

Bouquet of Violets

Ramito de Violetas

She was happy in her marriageEra feliz en su matrimonio
Even though her husband was a real jerkAunque su marido era el mismo demonio
He had a bit of a temperTenía el hombre un poco de mal genio
And she complained he was never tender.Y ella se quejaba de que nunca fué tierno.

For over three years nowDesde hace ya mas de tres años
She’s been getting letters from a stranger...Recibe cartas de un extraño...
Letters full of poetryCartas llenas de poesía
That have brought her back her glee.Que le han devuelto la alegría.

Who was writing her verses, tell me who it wasQuién le escribía versos, dime quien era
Who sent her flowers every springtime buzzQuien le mandaba flores por primavera
Who every ninth of NovemberQuien cada nueve de noviembre
As always without a cardComo siempre sin tarjeta
Sent her a bouquet of violets.Le mandaba un ramito de violetas.

And every evening when her husband comes homeY cada tarde al volver su esposo
Tired from work, he glances at her aloneCansado del trabajo va y la mira de reojo
He doesn’t say a thing because he knows it allNo dice nada porque lo sabe todo
He knows she’s happy, no matter how small.Sabe que es feliz, así de cualquier modo.

Because he’s the one writing her versesPorque él es quien le escribe versos
He’s her lover, her secret passionEl es su amante, su amor secreto
And she, who knows nothing,Y ella que no sabe nada,
Looks at her husband and then stays quiet...Mira a su marido y luego calla...

Who was writing her verses, tell me who it wasQuién le escribía versos, dime quien era
Who sent her flowers every springtime buzzQuien le mandaba flores por primavera
Who every ninth of NovemberQuien cada nueve de noviembre
As always without a cardComo siempre sin tarjeta
Sent her a bouquet of violets.Le mandaba un ramito de violetas.