Coplas de La Cocina
Analía Garcetti
Kitchen Verses
Ay ay ay, ay ay ay
While I cook, I sing, yes
Like little eyes of potato are the sorrows
From the outside, you see little of what lives
Inside the potato, alone, all alone
When I peel onion, layer by layer
It seems like I undress some word
I don't know if to cry from sorrow or from astonishment
If in the copper pot dances some sweet
I move it slowly so it doesn't get scared
And the fruit gives away all its perfume
What would the devil eat every morning
To have such a red tail
They have given him a little chili, curse word
Because all the letters play in it
And angel's hair makes it thick
Oh, hot soup, who had it
Ay ay ay, ay ay ay
While I cook, I sing, yes
