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La Cucina Della Mamma

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Brotpfanna fetta und uf herdplattana stella
Zwüsche messlöffel und kella
Herdöpfel am schella
Salzwasser herdöpfel süesswasserfisch
Mama kunnt vom wuchamarkt und s'gmüas isch so frisch
Papa, hol dia guata fläscha usem keller
Zäma gsessa als familia
Zäma esse und verzella
Zäma z'vierta am tisch
Wird jedes früastück as fescht
Und i glauba i kenne kei ort wos gmüetlicher isch
Do sind teller und bsteck und gläser liebevoll deckt
Und i liabe di echte altdiente rezept
Und i liebe wies schmöckt noch wienachtsgebäck
Drum kumi immer wieder zrug in dini kuchi
Io mi alzo a mezzogiorno e mi faccio la doccia
Invece lei si è alzata prima e sta già in cucina
Sta preparando qualcosa di buono per pranzo
Un risotto ai funghi con un filetto di manzo
Forse sta facendo una specialità poschiavina
Secondo la vecchia ricetta della nonna Arduina
"Pizzöcchero capunet" con tonno ed olio d'oliva
O forse fa la polenta, ma con quale farina?
Chi lo sa, io non lo so, io so solo che mi piace
La cucina della mamma, la cucina genuina
E lo so che mi basta un pò di pane carne e formaggio
E gia mi sento a casa, anche se sono in viaggio
Quando sono in giro mangio solo cose malsane,
Quando sono solo mangio solo pasta al sugo
Perciò torno volentieri a casa e vedo cucinare
La mia cuoca preferita che mi da il benvenuto
CIAO MAMMA!
Mini eltere hend feria, sind im feriahus das wuchenend
Und i versuacha was z'kocha ohni das nochr grad d'kuchi brennt
Und eimol meh gibi noch es paar minute uuf und
Löffla bouillonsuppa uus wo geschter vorig bliba isch
I bstell mer pizza oder hol mr en döner und
Wart nur druf das am sunntig d'eltere hei kömen
I liab dr sunntig obig d'mama zauberet es gricht
Kerze brenne ufm tisch, dr papa nimmt a schluck vom rota
I gnüssa die moment, im kreis vu dr familia
Dr werner isch uf bsuach, s'wird schu fascht à la carte gschpisa
Für ihn gits vegetarischs und für mi an stuck vom brota,
I tenka miar bliben doch nögscht wuchenend dehei

Mom's Kitchen

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Putting the frying pan on the stovetop
Between measuring spoons and the cellar
Peeling potatoes
Saltwater potatoes, freshwater fish
Mom's back from the farmers market and the vegetables are so fresh
Dad, get that good bottle out of the cellar
Sitting together as a family
Eating together and telling stories
The four of us at the table
Every breakfast becomes a feast
And I don't think I know a place more comfortable
Here, plates, cutlery, and glasses are lovingly set
And I love the real, time-honored recipes
And I love how it smells like Christmas cookies
That's why I always come back to your kitchen
I get up at noon and take a shower
But you got up earlier and are already in the kitchen
You're preparing something good for lunch
A mushroom risotto with a filet of beef
Maybe you're making a Poschiavo specialty
According to Grandma Arduina's old recipe
"Pizzoccheri capunet" with tuna and olive oil
Or maybe you're making polenta, but with what kind of flour?
Who knows, I don't know, I only know that I like it
Mom's cooking, the genuine cooking
And I know that a little bread, meat, and cheese is enough for me
And I already feel at home, even if I'm traveling
When I'm on the road I only eat unhealthy things
When I'm alone I only eat pasta with sauce
So I gladly come home and watch you cook
My favorite cook who welcomes me
HI MOM!
My parents are on vacation, they are in the holiday home this weekend
And I'm trying to cook something without burning down the kitchen
And once again I give up after a few minutes and
Spoon out bouillon soup that was left over from yesterday
I order pizza or get a döner kebab and
Just wait for my parents to come home on Sunday
I love Sunday evenings, Mom conjures up a dish
Candles are burning on the table, Dad takes a sip of red wine
I enjoy these moments, surrounded by family
Werner is visiting, it's almost à la carte dining
He gets vegetarian food and I get a piece of bread
I think we'll stay home next weekend