Lyrics and translation La Mona Jimenez - Ramito de Violetas - En Vivo

Ramito de Violetas - En Vivo

Era feliz en su matrimonio
Pero su marido era el mismo demonio
Tenia el hombre un poco de mal genio,
Ella se quejaba de que nunca fue tierno
Pero ya hace mas de tres años
Que recibe cartas de un extraño,
Cartas llenas de poesias
Que le han devuelto toda su alegria

Quien te escribia a ti versos, dime nina quien era
Quien te mandaba flores en primavera
Y cada nueve de noviembre como siempre sin tarjeta, si
Te mandaba un ramito de violetas
Y cada tarde al volver su esposo cansado del trabajo
Va y mira de reojo, no dicenada pr que el lo sabe todo
Ella es asi, feliz de cualquier modo

Por que el es quien le escribe versos, el
Es su amante, su amor secreto
Ella que no sabe nada
Mira a su marido y luego se calla

Quien te escribía a ti versos
Dime niña quien era
Quien te mandaba flores en primavera
Y en cada 9 de noviembre
Como siempre sin tarjetas si
Te mandaba un ramito de violetas

Bouquet of Violets - Live

You were happy in your marriage
But your husband was a real demon
The man had a bit of a temper,
You used to complain that he was never affectionate
But it's been over three years now
That you've been getting letters from a stranger,
Letters full of poetry
That have brought you all your joy back

Who used to write verses to you, tell me girl, who was it?
Who used to send you flowers in the spring
And every November 9, like always, no card, yes
He used to send you a bouquet of violets
And every afternoon when your husband would come home tired from work
He would look sideways, he doesn't say anything because he knows it all
She is like that, happy in any way

Because he is the one who writes verses to her, he is
He is her lover, her secret love
She doesn't know anything
She looks at her husband and then keeps quiet

Who used to write verses to you
Tell me girl, who was it?
Who used to send you flowers in the spring
And on every November 9
Like always, without a card, yes
He used to send you a bouquet of violets