Adivina, Adivinanza

It took a thousand years to die
But finally, he kicked the bucket
The dead in the cemetery
Are having a big party

Sure he's in Heaven
On God's right side
Guess, guessing game
Listen closely

At his burial in plain clothes
Napoleon showed up, Torquemada
And the horse of the noble Cid Campeador
Marcelino de Cabeza
Scoring a goal against Russia
The pussy of Bernarda
And a dentist from León
And Celia Gámez, Manolete
Saint Isidro the Farmer
And the unknown soldier
Whom nobody knew

Saint Teresa was giving
Her incorrupt arm to Don Pelayo
Who couldn't stand the bad smell
The marquis you know
Was looking quite dapper
In his gala uniform
From the Holy Inquisition

Bernabeu lighting cigars
With million-dollar bills
And the baby Jesus of Prague
For his first communion
Fifteen hundred and twelve nuns
Praying with devotion
To the holy Pope of Rome
For quick canonization

And a swamp inaugurated
From the Badajoz plan
And the Ku Klux Klan that didn't come
But sent a message of support
And Rita the singer
And Don Cristóbal Colón
And a preserved tit
Of Agustina de Aragón

The Compostela band
Closed the procession
Singing in ten voices
"Little Carnations of my heart"
Saint José María Pemán
Recited some verses
Perico Chicote served
Glasses of Spanish wine

Never has anyone buried
Known such high honor
To give burial to one who was
The chief gravedigger
That day in hell
There was great agitation
Dead from disgust and shot
Danced from sunup to sundown

Seven days and seven nights
Lasted the celebration
For leagues around
The champagne ran out
Fighters from Brunete
Farm workers from Castellón
Those in exile abroad
And those in internal exile
Celebrated the victory
That history stole from them
More than joy, theirs
Was desperation

As you may have guessed
The lady and the gentleman
The last names of the dead
To whom I refer
Well, colorín colorado
Just like it began
Guess, guessing game
My song is coming to an end
My song is coming to an end (Chin Pon)