Senyor Pirotècnic

What’s going on with you? What’s going on, Valencians?
Paella with onions, Moors and Christians,
What’s going on with you, Valencian women?
Fallas girls speaking Spanish.
The language, trampled, erased, sold,
word by word hidden,
sigh by sigh defended like it’s a piece
of our life, felt
like it’s a piece of our life.
Valencia, a battle lived day by day
without a PV, police, bourgeois,
Popular Party and a third way.
They fight united against hope,
They fight united against joy,
They fight united against hope
Valencians in a postcard
Dominating the game.

Mr. Fireworks, you can start the mascletà
Valencia, native land fighting against the occupier.

Who gave birth to you, may they understand you
Valencian Academy of Language
Catalan Countries, a problem
For the grateful stomachs of the system.
Politicians with escorts
With their noses full of coke.
So many ties and so little shame
And so many ties.
The Hunchback, pretty girl
in the middle of the square dressed in blue,
behind the wood, the saint and the whore
the center and the right trying to save themselves.
Valencia, bilingual, horchata and fartons
Long, long life, touching the balls,
Valencia, red, horchata and cane
Schnapps against Spain.