Rereading a post some time ago, while rummaging in my memory and listening repeatedly to the song De Andrè, I said if he, Genoa, spoke of Cimma (dish), because I calabrisi, I can not speak re frittuli?
Well, rather than for their preparation, would be more correct to say that I have focused attention on this preliminary stage, ie the time when the pig is killed.
Maybe someone will impress, but it is just so that we do in our tradition.
Of course, I have to ask prior to the general Faber Ask forgivance for ruining one of his best songs, please ... strongly ... not turning in his grave.
The FRITTULI (scigghitana transposition of "A Cimma" Fabrizio De Andrè)
A tia you or the Brisca urtimu matinu,
goes '' n Peaces, meat was meat and will .
'About Me more assa' peggiu is' u distinu,
'U know, my peggiu of touch.
you minta 'u rang broru or' 'mbivirun'
and NTA to 'zzimba,' nu cushions stindìa the pages, but
staiu to cunta 'uri already, and pocu sun,
frittuli and meat will be fine my pi.
'N'ura' menus, then you dark
pi tia reigns ifattu cheerful
read 'Nature.
Bellu or the hurricane came ra to 'Passions,
' flesh and blood who toi saran bbona so.
Fora spingiu you and you ddrittu 'mpunti' pear,
ti stringiu 'u mussu, zittu! 'spetta 'u bucceri.
L'aria l'urlu to' sfregia, 'chì 'a lama armeggia,
vigliaccu giru 'a testa ma 'u sentu, nc'è.
'U me' coraggiu, com' 'a to' forza, lleggia,
sì, unu cu 'n atru, dai, 'u sai com'è.
'N'ura 'i menu, poi ti scura,
pi tia regna, ifattu allegra,
leggi 'i Natura.
Sant'Antoni, preiu a tia:
p'ogni cosa nta 'sta pignata,
'chì bona sia.
Non I did my Piggie cu or cu bbucceri,
know fummu communicate facts, it is 'u to' mysteries
you ttocca 'stands for tia components s'avi to Ittai',
mangiu mangiu and 'eu' u know 'Who Haiui to eat'.
'N'ura' menus, then you dark
pi tia reigns ifattu cheerful
read 'Nature.
Sant'Antoni, preiu to tia:
p'ogni nta thing 'is pignata,
' who is bona.
not accustomed to the (oh paroluna!) The use of dialect, here is the translation Italic:
Greaves
for you today stands on the last morning
Go in peace, was meat and meat will be.
Because for me it will be far worse fate,
know, I'll have worse.
I put the broth in your meal
pigsty and I laid a pillow of straw
but I'm already counting the hours, and few
crackling and meat will be fine for me.
in less than an hour, then you will
darkness reigns for you, not at all happy,
the law of nature.
Bello hour is the hour of Thy Passion,
'that your flesh and your blood will become vbuone things.
pushes you out and you point your legs straight,
I hold you in the nose, hush! waiting for the butcher.
Your scream when the blade slashes the air fumbles,
coward turn my head but I feel it's there.
My courage, as your strength, decreases
Yes, with each other, come on, you know how.
in less than an hour, then you will
darkness reigns for you, not at all happy,
the law of nature.
St. Anthony, please:
for all that is in the pot, because
is good.
Do not take it with me or with the butcher,
know how we have been made, it's your job: you
touches this end, you go to waste anything,
eat and eat, the you know, because I have to eat.
in less than an hour, then you will
darkness reigns for you, not at all happy,
the law of nature.
St. Anthony, please:
for all that is in the pot, because
is good.
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