VIOLETS
She got married and she is happy
In spite of her husband being wild
He's constantly in a bad mood
And even doesn’t say why
For the last three years, she receives
Under the door, from an unknown man,
Letters of poetry to her
They lighten up her youth.
Who is writing to you, girl, who sends you flags?
A bunch of purple flowers when spring comes
Who, every ninth of November,
With no name, greeting or hint,
Sends you a wreath of violets tied with a bow?
The whole night she can't fall asleep
She daydreams about him
Probably a man with a romantic heart,
Good soul and simpatico smile
For three years she has been suffering in silence
Yes sometimes she nearly screams
And what if her husband found out?
She hides her letters
Who is...
When her husband comes home
Tired from work, throws a questioning glance
He doesn’t say anything,but he knows,
If she knew she would go crazy
Yes, it’s him that writes to her,
He is the lover, he is the subject of her dreams
And what if her husband found out?
She hides her letters.
Who is...
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