'A Çimma - Fabrizio De Andrè
For gourmets.... The recipe for cima alla genovese....

THE CIMA

You will wake up at the indigo of dawn
when the light has one foot on land and the other at sea
you will look at yourself in the mirror of a pan
the sky will look at itself in the mirror of the dew
you will set the broom upright in a corner
so that if the witch slips into the kitchen from the hood
counting the straws that are there
the cima is already full, it’s already stitched

Clear sky, dark earth
tender meat, don’t turn black
don’t become tough

Beautiful cushion, mattress of every good thing
before baptizing it in aromatic herbs
with two big needles, straight on tiptoe
from above and below, you will prick it quickly
air of an old moon, brightness of fog
that the cleric loses his head and the donkey the path
smell of the sea mixed with light marjoram
what else to do, what else to give to the sky

Clear sky, dark earth
tender meat, don’t turn black
don’t become tough
and in the name of Mary
all the devils from this pot
go away

Then the waiters come to take it from you
they leave you all the smoke of your trade
it’s the bachelor’s turn for the first stab
eat, eat, you don’t know who will eat you

Clear sky, dark earth
tender meat, don’t turn black
don’t become tough
and in the name of Mary
all the devils from this pot
go away