Paroles et traduction Claudio Valdes "El Gitano" feat. Zalo Reyes - Ramito de Violetas

Ramito de Violetas

Era feliz en su matrimonio
Aunque su marido era el mismo demonio
Tenía el hombre un poco de mal genio
Ella se quejaba de que nunca fue tierno
Desde hace ya más de tres años
Recibe cartas de un extraño
Cartas llenas de poesía
Que le han devuelto la alegría
¿Quién te escribía a ti versos? Dime niña, ¿quién era?
¿Quién te mandaba flores en primavera?
Con amor las recibías, como siempre sin tarjeta
Te mandaba a ti un ramito de violetas
A veces sueña, a veces se imagina
Cómo será aquel que a ella tanto la estima
¿Será más bien hombre de pelo cano?
Sonrisa abierta y de ternura en sus manos
¿Quién será quien sufre en silencio?
¿Quién puede ser su amor secreto?
Ella que no sabe nada
Mira a su marido y luego se calla
¿Quién te escribía a ti versos? Dime niña, ¿quién era?
¿Quién te mandaba flores en primavera?
Con amor las recibías, como siempre sin tarjeta
Te mandaba a ti un ramito de violetas
Cada tarda al volver su esposo
Cansado del trabajo, va y la mira de reojo
No dice nada porque él lo sabe todo
Ella es así, feliz de cualquier modo
Porque él es quien le escribe versos
Él es su amante, su amor secreto
Ella que no sabe nada
Mira a su marido y luego se calla
¿Quién te escribía a ti versos? Dime niña, ¿quién era?
¿Quién te mandaba flores en primavera?
Con amor las recibías, como siempre sin tarjeta
Te mandaba a ti un ramito de violetas
Yarai rai, yarai rai
Yarai rai, ra rairai rai
Yarai rai, yarai rai
Yarai rai, ra rairai ra

A Bunch of Violets

I was happy in my marriage
Although my husband was the devil himself
The man had a bit of a temper
She complained that he was never tender
For more than three years now
She's been receiving letters from a stranger
Letters full of poetry
That have brought her joy again
Who wrote you verses? Tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in the spring?
You received them with love, as always without a card
He sent you a bunch of violets
Sometimes she dreams, sometimes she imagines
What the man who loves her so much will be like
Is he rather a man with gray hair?
An open smile and tenderness in his hands
Who suffers in silence?
Who could be her secret lover?
She who knows nothing
Looks at her husband and then keeps quiet
Who wrote you verses? Tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in the spring?
You received them with love, as always without a card
He sent you a bunch of violets
Every evening when her husband returns
Tired from work, he goes and looks at her askance
He doesn't say anything because he knows everything
She's that way, happy in any way
Because he's the one who writes her verses
He's her lover, her secret love
She who knows nothing
Looks at her husband and then keeps quiet
Who wrote you verses? Tell me, girl, who was it?
Who sent you flowers in the spring?
You received them with love, as always without a card
He sent you a bunch of violets
Yarai rai, yarai rai
Yarai rai, ra rairai rai
Yarai rai, yarai rai
Yarai rai, ra rairai ra