El Tano Pastita [English]

My friend the Italian likes pasta
He serves and serves himself and never says enough
Consume ravioli all week
The pasta drives him mad at night and in the morning
As he nobody prepares it in the village
That’s why vagrancy stops in his casilla

The Italian prepares the pasta with love
He never cuts it because it loses flavor
It is served and served with wine and beer
The italian with the pasta lose his head

My friend the Italian likes pasta
He serves and serves himself never says enough
Consume ravioli all week
The pasta drives him mad at night and in the morning
As he nobody prepares it in the village
That’s why vagrancy stops in his casilla

The Italian prepares the pasta with love
He never cuts it because it loses flavor
It is served and served with wine and beer
The italian with the pasta lose his head