Lyric

When the pot sings, the street wakes up

A little shop. A golden soup

The chef was born in Naples, Italy

He said, "When you add butter, the flavor will change

If the soup is thick, add salt — you'll see

Cooking is creativity. Nothing stays the same."

I think that a menu is a map of the town

Because every sauce comes from somewhere far

Various kinds of dreams, written down —

For example, this bowl. And here we are

Words are power. Words are light

When we cook, when we say

If we try, then we can fly

Taste is a word that we all can say

"May I ask a favor?" Kai said, "Could you teach me more?"

The chef reflected. "Food reflects the climate and the land

A foreign dish will find a local door —

This ramen has a variation in every resident's hand."

Early in the morning, the manufacturer starts the line

Flour and cabbage, crispy and tasty, easily made with care

Every ingredient has a reason. Check the sign

However far it traveled, it changed somewhere

Words are power. Words are light

When we cook, when we say

If we share, then we shine bright

Taste is a word — it was named after today

When the pot sleeps, the stars come out

Words are light