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Guess Who It Will Be

Liuba Maria Hevia

Adivina Quién Será

Corre para alante
corre para atrás
pero nadie, nadie sabe
a dónde va

como un gran viajero
que reparte sal
monta cuantos peces
se quieren montar.

Adivina, adivina quién será,
adivina, adivina quién será.

Dime quién habita
quién habitará
el charquito que hace
croac croac croac croac croac

sale de paseo
por el platanal
a tomar rocío
con su delantal.

Adivina, adivina quién será,
adivina, adivina quién será.

Un cochero eterno
viaja sin parar
abre sus dos brazos
los vuelve a cerrar.

Guardado en su casa
no deja de andar
este Señor serio
tac tic tac tic tac.

Adivina, adivina quién será,
adivina, adivina quién será.

A que no adivinas
quién es la real
Señora del campo
delgada sin par.

Alta que muy alta
y elegante está
con su verde pelo
siempre sin peinar.

Adivina, adivina quién será,
adivina, adivina quién será.

Tú jamás lo has visto
nunca lo verás
juega con las nubes
baila sobre el mar.

Es dueño travieso
de la libertad.
Sopla, fuerte, sopla
y adivinarás.

Adivina, adivina quién será,
adivina, adivina quién será.

Guess Who It Will Be

Run forward
run back
but nobody, nobody knows
where it goes

like a great traveler
who spreads salt
rides as many fish
as want to hop on.

Guess, guess who it will be,
guess, guess who it will be.

Tell me who lives
who will live
in the little pond that goes
ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit ribbit

takes a stroll
through the banana grove
to catch some dew
with its apron on.

Guess, guess who it will be,
guess, guess who it will be.

An eternal coachman
travels without stopping
opens his two arms
then closes them again.

Kept in his house
he never stops moving
this serious gentleman
tick tock tick tock.

Guess, guess who it will be,
guess, guess who it will be.

Bet you can't guess
who the real
Lady of the field
is slender and unique.

Tall, oh so tall
and elegant too
with her green hair
always uncombed.

Guess, guess who it will be,
guess, guess who it will be.

You’ve never seen him
and you never will
plays with the clouds
dances on the sea.

A mischievous master
of freedom.
Blow, hard, blow
and you will guess.

Guess, guess who it will be,
guess, guess who it will be.

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