What happens to the mass?
Which was swallowed before baking
The mass has already been chewed
Without having had time to rest
What a delicacy without equal,
The inert mass in the pot!
Delicacy as tasty as it doesn't exist
The mass is to its fate
Comprehensive income in the mass
Doesn't make the cake to grow
If mass is crushed,
What consistency that will it have?
What a malnourished mass
Lack of fertilizer or baking
If only the mass was
A delicious of the more juicy
The dough is made to satisfy
The hunger of those who know how to model it
It's regurgitated back and forth
Put yeast in this dough, let it soak
That the golden rule is made:
There's no mass without fertilizer
The stomach rolls with the empty mass
Such a mass is merely a ration
They don't wanna eat an indigestible mass
They don't wanna lose the reason
What a delicacy without equal,
The inert mass in the pot!
Delicacy as tasty as it doesn't exist
The mass is to its fate
The dough is made to satisfy
The hunger of those who know how to model it
It's regurgitated back and forth
Put yeast in this dough, let it soak
That the golden rule is made:
There's no mass without fertilizer
The dough is made to satisfy
The hunger of those who know how to model it
It's regurgitated back and forth
Put yeast in this dough, let it soak
That the golden rule is made (2x)