Adivina, Adivinanza

It took a thousand years to die,
but finally kicked the bucket.
The dead in the cemetery
are celebrating the town's festival.
Surely he's in Heaven
to the right of God.
Guess, riddle,
listen carefully.
Napoleon attended his burial
along with Torquemada,
and El Cid's horse;
Millán Astray, Viriato,
Tejero and Milans del Bosch,
Bernarda's pussy,
and a dentist from León;
Celia Gámez, Manolete,
San Isidro Labrador,
and the unknown soldier
whom no one knew.
Santa Teresa was giving
her incorrupt arm to Don Pelayo
who couldn't resist the bad smell.
The Marquis of Villaverde
was very elegant,
in a gala uniform
of the Holy Inquisition.
Don Juan March lit cigars
with million-dollar bills,
and the Infant Jesus of Prague
from his first communion.
Fifteen hundred and twelve nuns
praying devoutly
to the holy Pope of Rome
for prompt canonization.
And a dam inaugurated
from the Badajoz plan.
The Ku Klux Klan didn't come
but sent their support.
and Rita the singer,
and Don Cristóbal Colón,
and a disecated breast
of Agustina de Aragón.
The Santiago tunas
closed the procession
singing in ten voices
little carnations of my heart.
San José María Pemán
recited some verses,
Perico Chicote served
glasses of Spanish wine.
To attend the funeral
Carrero resurrected
and, after the prayers,
ascended to heaven in a car.
That day in hell
there was great commotion,
disgusted dead and executed
danced from sunrise to sunset.
Seven days and seven nights
the celebration lasted,
for miles around
the champagne ran out.
Fighters from Brunete,
farmers from Castellón,
exiles from abroad
and internal exiles
celebrated the victory
that history stole from them.
More than joy, theirs
was desperation.
As you may have guessed already,
the lady and the gentleman,
the last names of the deceased
I refer to,
well, that's the end of it,
just like it began,
guess, riddle,
my song ends,
my song ends.