A La Luna De Valencia

To the moon of Valencia,
you stole my heart.
You threw it against the Albufera
and it turned into an eel.
The water was warm
and the rice fermented it.
Oh! my eel heart
was drank by your lips
and now it boils in allipebre.

To the moon of Valencia
you stole my heart.

To the moon of Valencia
I went to ask for compassion.
With passion, she told me she has me
and that's how she'll have me
until I macerate.
Moon, what have I done
for you to be so on their side.
'You have done nothing,' she replied,
'just fall in love.'

To the moon of Valencia
you stole my heart.