Текст песни Natalia Oreiro - Un Ramito De Violetas

He was happily married
While her husband was the devil himself
Had the man some evil genius
She was complaining of what was never tender
For already more than three years
Receives letters from a stranger
Letters full of poetry
You have returned the joy

Who do you write poetry , tell me who was
Who sent you flowers for spring
Who each November 9
As always no card
I sent a bouquet of violets

Sometimes she dreams and imagines
How is that what it considers both
It will be rather gray-haired man
Open and tender smile on his hands
Who will be those who suffer in silence
Who can be your secret love
She did not know anything
Look at her husband and then shut

Who wrote you cough verses tell you girl, who was ?
Who sent you flowers for spring
Who each November 9
As always no card
I sent a bouquet of violets

And every afternoon when her husband back
Tired of going work and squints
It does not say anything because he knows everything
She is so happy anyway
Because the one who writes verses
He is her lover, her secret love
She did not know anything
Look at her husband and then shut