Original subtitles

It is my sad duty to inform you

that Eva Perón, spiritual leader of the nation,

entered immortality at 8:25 this evening.

You are not welcome here.

He was the father of my children, too.

They have a right to see him, to pay their last respects.

You are not his wife. Your children are bastards.

Papa!

Eva!

No, no! He's my papa! He's my papa!

He's my papa!

Papa!

He's my papa! He's my papa!

Oh, what a circus! Oh, what a show

Argentina has gone to town

Over the death of an actress called Eva Perón

We've all gone crazy

Mourning all day and mourning all night

Falling over ourselves to get all

Of the misery right

Oh, what an exit!

That's how to go

When they're ringing your curtain down

Demand to be buried like Eva Perón

It's quite a sunset

And good for the country In a roundabout way

We've made the front page of all

The world's papers today

But who is this Santa Evita?

Why all this howling hysterical sorrow?

What kind of goddess has lived among us?

How will we ever get by without her?

She had her moments She had some style

The best show in town was the crowd

Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Perón"

But that's all gone now

As soon as the smoke from the funeral clears

We're all gonna see, and how

She did nothing for years

You let down your people, Evita

You were supposed to have been immortal

That's all they wanted Not much to ask for

But in the end you could not deliver

Sing, you fools, but you got it wrong

Enjoy your prayers, 'cause you haven't got long

Your queen is dead, your king is through

And she's not coming back to you

Show business kept us all alive Since 17 October 1945

But the star has gone The glamour's worn thin

That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in

Instead of government, we had a stage Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage

Instead of help, we were given a crowd

She didn't say much, but she said it loud

Sing, you fools, but you've got it wrong

Enjoy your prayers, because you haven't got long

Your queen is dead, your king is through

She's not coming back to you

Don't cry for me, Argentina

For I am ordinary, unimportant

And undeserving

Of such attention

Unless we all are

I think we all are

So share my glory

So share my coffin

So share my glory

So share my coffin

It's our funeral, too

Señor Magaldi? It's 7:00. You'll be late.

Now, Eva Perón had every disadvantage

you need if you're gonna succeed

No money, no cash

No father, no bright lights

There was nowhere she'd been

At the age of 15

As this tango singer found out

Agustín Magaldi...

Who has the distinction of being the first

Man to be of use to Eva Duarte

On this night of a thousand stars

Let me take you to heaven's door

Where the music of love's guitars

Plays forevermore

In the glow of those twinkling lights

We shall love through eternity

On this night in a million nights

Fly away with me

I never dreamed that a kiss could be as sweet as this

But now I know that it can

I used to wander alone without a love of my own

I was a desperate man

But all my grief disappeared

And all the sorrow l'd feared

Wasn't there anymore

On that magical day when you first came my way, mi amor

On this night

On this night of a thousand stars

Let me take you to heaven's door

Where the music of love's guitars

Plays forevermore

To think that a man as famous as you are

Could love a poor little nothing like me

Eva.

I wanna be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple

She wants be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple

Just listen to that They're onto you, Magaldi

I'd get out while you can

It’s happened at last I'm starting to get started

I'm moving out with my man

Now, Eva, don't get carried away

Monotony past Suburbia departed

Who could ever be fond of the back of beyond?

Don't hear words that I didn't say

What's that? You desert the girl you love?

The girl I love?

What're you talking about?

She really brightened up your out of town engagement

She gave you all she had She wasn't in your contract

You must be quite relieved that no one's told the papers

So far

I wanna be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple

Would I have done, what I did

If I hadn't thought If I hadn't known

We would stay together?

Seems to me there's no point in resisting

She's made up her mind You've no choice

Why don't you be the man who discovered her?

You'll never be remembered for your voice

The city can be paradise

For those who have the cash

The class and the connections

What you need to make a splash

The likes of you get swept up

In the morning with the trash

If you were rich or middle class

Screw the middle classes

I will never accept them

My father's other family were middle class

And we were kept out of sight

Hidden from view at his funeral

Do all your one night stands give you this trouble?

Eva, beware of the city

It’s hungry and cold Can't be controlled

It is mad

Those who are fools are swallowed up whole

And those who are not become what they should not become

Changed, in short they go bad

Bad is good for me, I'm bored, so clean and so ignored

I've only been predictable, respectable

Birds fly out of here

So why, oh why, oh why the hell can't l?

I only want variety of society

I wanna be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple

She wants be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple

Five years from now I shall come back

And finally say You have your way, come to town

But you'll look at me with a foreigner's eyes

The magical city, a younger girl's city

A fantasy long since put down...

All you've done to me Was that a young girl's fantasy?

I played your city games all right, didn't l?

I already know what cooks How the dirty city feels and looks

I tasted it last night, didn't l?

I'm gonna be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple

She's gonna be a part of B.A., Buenos Aires, Big Apple

Eva, beware your ambition

It’s hungry and cold Can't be controlled

Will run wild

This in a man is danger enough

But you are a woman Not even a woman

Not very much more than a child

And whatever you say I'll not steal you away

Good luck!

EVITA What's new? Buenos Aires

I'm new

I wanna say I'm just a little stuck on you

You'll be on me, too

I get out here, Buenos Aires

Stand back

You ought to know what you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of star quality

Fill me up with your heat, with your noise, with your dirt

Overdo me

Let me dance to your beat Make it loud, let it hurt

Run it through me

Don't hold back You are certain to impress

Tell the driver this is where I'm staying

Hello, Buenos Aires

Get this! Just look at me Dressed up, somewhere to go

We'll put on a show

Take me in at your flood Give me speed, give me lights

Set me humming

Shoot me up with your blood Warm me up with your nights

Watch me coming

All I want is a whole lot of excess

Tell the singer this is where I'm playing

Stand back, Buenos Aires

Because you ought to know What you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of star quality

And if ever I go too far

It’s because of the things you are

Beautiful town

I love you

And if I need a moment's rest

Give your lover the very best

Real eiderdown

And silence

You're a tramp, you're a treat

You will shine to the death, you are shoddy

But you're flesh, you are meat You shall have every breath in my body

Put me down for a lifetime of success

Give me credit I'll find ways of paying

Rio de la Plata!

Florida! Corrientes! Nueve de Julio!

All I want to know

Stand back, Buenos Aires

Because you ought to know what you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of Just a little touch of

Just a little touch of star quality

Papa. Papa, Papa, Papa, Papa.

Hello, angel.

Daddy's home.

I don't expect my love affairs to last for long

Never fool myself that my dreams will come true

Being used to trouble, I anticipate it

But all the same, I hate it

Wouldn't you?

So what happens now?

Another suitcase in another hall

So what happens now?

Take your picture off another wall

Where am I going to?

You'll get by You always have before

Where am I going to?

Time and time again I've said that I don't care

That I'm immune to gloom

That I'm hard through and through

But every time it matters all my words desert me

So anyone can hurt me

And they do

So what happens now?

Another suitcase in another hall

So what happens now?

Take your picture off another wall

Where am I going to?

You'll get by You always have before

Where am I going to?

Call in three months' time and I'll be fine, I know

Well, maybe not that fine

But I'll survive anyhow

I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion

But that's no consolation here and now

So what happens now?

Another suitcase in another hall

So what happens now?

Take your picture off another wall

Where am I going to?

You'll get by You always have before

Where am I going to?

Don't ask anymore

Good night and thank you, whoever

She's in every magazine Been photographed, seen

She is known

We don't like to rush, but your case has been packed

If she's missed anything, you could give her a ring

But she won't always answer the phone

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

But we have pretended enough

It’s best that we part Stop fooling ourselves

Which means...

There is no one, no one at all

Never has been and never will be a lover

Male or female

Who hasn't an eye on In fact they rely on

Tricks they can try on their partner

They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them

Support them, promote them Don't blame them

You're the same

Good night and thank you, Emilio

You've completed your task What more can we ask of you now?

Please sign the book on the way out the door

And that will be all If she needs you, she'll call

But I don't think that's likely, somehow

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

But when we were hot, we were hot

I know you'll look back on the good times we shared

Which means...

There is no one, no one at all

Never has been and never will be a lover

Male or female

Who hasn't an eye on In fact they rely on

Tricks they can try on their partner

They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them

Support them, promote them

Don't blame her

You're the same

There is no soap, no soap like Zaz

No detergent, lotion or oil with such power

In the shower

It’s the mother and father of luxury lather

The talk of the bath The great ointment

One little frolic with new Zaz carbolic

You're scented You'll be sent

Good night and thank you, Señor Jabón

We are grateful you found her a spot on the sound radio

We'll think of you every time she's on the air

We'd love you to stay But you'd be in the way

So do up your trousers and go

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

The decline into silence and doubt

Our passion was just too intense to survive

Which means...

This is a club I should never have joined

Someone has made us look fools

Argentine men call the sexual shots

Someone has altered the rules

Fame on the wireless as far as it goes

Is all very well, but every girl knows

She needs a man she can monopolize

With fingers in dozens of different pies

Oh, but it's sad when a love affair dies

In June of '43 there was a military coup

Behind it was a gang called the GOU

Who did not feel the need to be elected

They had themselves a party at the point of a gun

They were slightly to the right of Attila the Hun

A bomb or two and very few objected

Yeah, just one shell and governments fall like flies

Kapow! Die!

They stumble and fall Bye-bye!

Backs to the wall Aim high!

We're having a ball

The tank and bullet rule as democracy dies

Pablo, are you telling me that your family hasn't eaten for four days?

The lady's got potential She was setting her sights

On making it in movies with her name in lights

The greatest social climber since Cinderella

Okay, she couldn't act But she had the right friends

And we all know a career depends

On knowing the right fella to be stellar

Yeah! Just one shell and governments lose their nerve

Kapow! Die!

They stumble and fall Bye-bye!

Backs to the wall Aim high!

We're having a ball

That's how we get the government we deserve

Now the man behind the president calling the shots

Involved so discreetly in a lot of their plots

Was Colonel Juan Perón Would-be dictator

He began in the army out in Italy so

Saw Mussolini's rise from the very front row

And reckoned he'd do likewise sooner or later

Yeah, just one blast and the tear gas falls like rain

Kapow! Die!

They haven't a chance Bye-bye!

The terrors advance

But one guy doesn't dirty his hands

Perón was biding time out in the slow lane

Yeah! Suddenly an earthquake hit the town of San Juan

Kapow! Die!

They stumble and fall Bye-bye!

Keep away from the wall But one guy was having a ball

The tragedy a golden chance for Perón

He organized a concert with incredible flair

In aid of all the victims Such a grand affair

Politicians, actors, stars of every flavor

It was on January 22nd, 1944

A night to remember Yeah, that's for sure

For that's the night that Perón first met Eva

On this night

On this night

On this night of a thousand stars

Let me take you to heaven's door

Where the music of love's guitars

Plays forevermore

Ladies and gentlemen, Agustín Magaldi!

Magaldi.

Eva Duarte?

Your act hasn't changed much

Neither has yours

I stand here as a servant of the people

As we come together for a marvelous cause

You've shown by your presence, your deeds and applause

What the people can do

True power is yours

Not the government's

Unless it represents the people

Peron! Peron!

Perón! Perón! Perón! Perón! Perón!

One always picks the easy fight

One praises fools, one smothers light

One shifts from left to right

Politics, the art of the possible

Do you know him?

No.

Good.

Will you excuse me?

Colonel Perón

Eva Duarte

I've heard so much about you

I'm amazed

-For I'm only an actress -For I am only a soldier

-Nothing to shout about -One of the thousands

-Only a girl on the air -Defending the country he loves

But when you act the things you do affect us all

But when you act, you take us away from the squalor of the real world

Are you here on your own?

Yes

Oh, yes

So am l What a fortunate coincidence

Maybe you're my reward for my efforts here tonight

It seems crazy, but you must believe

There's nothing calculated, nothing planned

Please forgive me if I seem naive

I would never want to force your hand

But please understand I'd be good for you

I don't always rush in like this

Twenty seconds after saying hello

Telling strangers I'm too good to miss

If I'm wrong, I hope you tell me so

But you really should know I'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

I won't go on if I'm boring you

But do you understand my point of view?

Do you like what you hear, what you see?

And would you be

Good for me, too?

I'm not talking of a hurried night

A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye

Creeping home before it gets too light

That's not the reason that I caught your eye

Which has to imply l'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

Please go on You enthrall me

I can understand you perfectly

And I like what I hear, what I see

And, knowing me

I would be good for you, too

I'm not talking of a hurried night

A frantic tumble then a shy goodbye

Creeping home before it gets too light

That's not the reason that I caught your eye

Which has to imply l'd be good for you

I'd be surprisingly good for you

There is no one, no one at all

Never has been and never will be a lover

Male or female

Who hasn't an eye on In fact they rely on

Tricks they can try on their partner

They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them

Support them, promote them

Don't blame them

You're the same

Hello and goodbye I've just unemployed you

You can go back to school

You've had a good run I'm sure he enjoyed you

Don't act sad or surprised Let's be friends, civilized

Come on, little one Don't sit there like a dummy

The day you knew would arrive is here You'll survive

So move, funny face

I like your conversation You've a catchy turn of phrase

You're obviously going through some adolescent phase

So what happens now?

Where am I going to?

You'll get by You always have before

Where am I going to?

Don't ask anymore

At the watering holes of the well-to-do

I detect a resistance to

Precisely

Our heroine's style

We're glad you noticed

The shooting sticks of the upper class

Give her an inch

Aren't supporting a single ass That would rise for the girl

She'll take a mile

Such a shame she wandered

Into our enclosure

How unfortunate this person has forced us to be blunt

No, we wouldn't mind seeing her at Harrods

But behind the jewelry counter, not in front

Could there be in our fighting corps

A lack of enthusiasm for

Exactly!

Perón's latest flame?

You said it, brother!

Should you wish to cause great distress

In the tidiest officer's mess

Just mention her name

That isn't funny

Perón is a fool, breaking every taboo

Installing the girl in the army H.Q.

And she's an actress The last straw

Her only good parts are between her thighs

She should stare at the ceiling Not reach for the skies

Or she could be his last whore

The evidence suggests

She has other interests

If it's her who's using him

He's exceptionally dim

Bitch!

Dangerous jade

We have allowed ourselves to slip

We have completely lost our grip

We have declined to an all-time low

Tarts have become the set to know

I am only a radio star With just one weekly show

But speaking as one of the people I want you to know

We are tired of the decline of Argentina

With no sign of a government able to give us the things we deserve

It’s no crime for officers to do as they please

As long as they're discreet and keep clear of disease

We ignore We disregard

But once they allow a bit on the side

To move to the center where she's not qualified

We are forced to mark his card

She should get into her head

She should not get out of bed

She should know that she's not paid

To be loud but to be laid

Slut!

Dangerous jade

This has really been your year, Miss Duarte

Tell us where you go from here, Miss Duarte

Which are the roles that you yearn to play?

Whom did you sleep, dine with yesterday?

Acting is limiting, the lines not mine

That's no help to the Argentine

Can we assume then that you'll quit?

Is this because of your involvement with Colonel Perón?

Good night and thank you

She won't be kept happy by her nights on the tiles

She says it's his body but she's after his files

So get back onto the street

She should get into her head

She should not get out of bed

She should know that she's not paid

To be loud but to be laid

The evidence suggests

She has other interests

If it's her who's using him

He's exceptionally dim

Things have reached a pretty pass

When someone pretty lower class

Graceless and vulgar, uninspired

Can be accepted and admired

Dice are rolling The knives are out

Would-be presidents are all around

I don't say they mean harm But they'd each give an arm

To see us six feet underground

It doesn't matter what those morons say

Our nation's leaders are a feeble crew

There's only 20 of them anyway

What is 20 next to millions who

Are looking to you?

All you have to do is sit and wait

Keeping out of everybody's way

Well, you'll be handed power on a plate

When the ones who matter have their say

And with chaos installed

You can reluctantly agree to be called

There again we could be foolish

Not to quit while we're ahead

For distance lends enchantment

And that is why all exiles are distinguished

More important, they're not dead

I could find job satisfaction in Paraguay

This is crazy defeatist talk

Why commit political suicide?

There's no risk There's no call for any action at all

When you have unions on your side

Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón!

Peron! Peron! Peron!

Don't let them take you.

Eva, I have to go.

No! No!

Peron! Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón! Perón!

A new Argentina

The chains of the masses untied

A new Argentina

The voice of the people Cannot be denied

There is only one man who can lead any workers' regime

He lives for your problems He shares your ideals and your dream

He supports you For he loves you

Understands you Is one of you

If not, how could he love me?

A new Argentina

The workers' battle song

A new Argentina!

The voice of the people

Rings out loud and long

Now I am a worker I've suffered the way that you do

I've been unemployed and I've starved And I've hated it, too

But I've found my salvation In Perón, may the nation

Let him save them as he saved me

A new Argentina

A new age about to begin

A new Argentina

We face the world together

And no dissent within

There again, we could be foolish not to quit while we're ahead

I can see us many miles away Inactive

Sipping cocktails on a terrace

Taking breakfast in bed

Sleeping easy, doing nothing

It’s attractive

Don't think I don't think like you

I often get those nightmares, too They always take some swallowing

Sometimes it's very difficult to keep momentum

If it's you that you are following

Don't close doors Keep an escape clause

Because we might lose the Big Apple

But would I have done what I did

If I hadn't thought If I hadn't known

We would take the country?

Perón! Perón! Perón! Perón!

Peron! Peron! Peron!

Perón has resigned from the army And this we avow

The descamisados are those he is marching with now

He supports you For he loves you

Understands you

Is one of you

If not, how could he love me?

A new Argentina!

The chains of the masses untied

A new Argentina!

The voice of the people

Cannot be and must not be denied

Release him.

Peron! Peron!

Peron! Peron!

Amen.

How annoying that they have to

Fight elections for their cause

The inconvenience

Having to get a majority

If normal methods of persuasion fail to win them applause

There are other ways of establishing authority

Peron! Peron!

A new Argentina

The chains of the masses untied

A new Argentina

The voice of the people

Cannot be and will not be

And must not be denied

People of Argentina

Your newly elected president, Juan Perón

Perón! Perón! Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón! Perón!

Perón! Perón! Perón!

-Perón! Perón! -Argentinos!

Perón! Peron!

Argentinos!

Peron! Peron!

We are all workers now!

Fighting against our common enemies!

Poverty! Social injustice!

Foreign domination of our industries!

Reaching for our common goals,

our independence, our dignity, our pride!

Let the world know that our great nation is awakening!

And that its heart beats in the humble bodies

of Juan Perón

and his wife, the First Lady of Argentina,

Eva Duarte de Perón!

It won't be easy

You'll think it's strange

When I try to explain how I feel

That I still need your love

After all that I've done

You won't believe me

All you will see is a girl you once knew

Although she's dressed up to the nines

At sixes and sevens with you

I had to let it happen

I had to change

Couldn't stay all my life down at heel

Looking out of the window

Staying out of the sun

So I chose freedom

Running around trying everything new

But nothing impressed me at all

I never expected it to

Don't cry for me, Argentina

The truth is I never left you

All through my wild days

My mad existence

I kept my promise

Don't keep your distance

And as for fortune, and as for fame

I never invited them in

Though it seemed to the world

They were all I desired

They are illusions

They're not the solutions they promised to be

The answer was here all the time

I love you and hope you love me

Don't cry for me, Argentina

The truth is I never left you

All through my wild days

My mad existence

I kept my promise

Don't keep your distance

Have I said too much?

There's nothing more I can think of to say to you

But all you have to do

Is look at me to know

That every word is true

Just listen to that The voice of Argentina

We are adored, we are loved

Statesmanship is more than entertaining peasants

We shall see, little man

I am only a simple woman,

who lives to serve Perón in his noble crusade to rescue his people.

I was once as you are now.

And I promise you this.

You will take the riches from the oligarchs.

Only for you. For all of you.

And one day, you, too, will inherit these treasures.

When they fire those cannons,

when the crowds sing of glory,

it is not just for Perón but for all of us!

For all of us!

Things have reached a pretty pass

When someone pretty lower class

Can be respected and admired

But our privileged class is dead

Look who they are calling for now

High flying, adored

So young, the instant queen

A rich, beautiful thing

Of all the talent

A cross between

A fantasy of the bedroom and a saint

You were just a backstreet girl

Hustling and fighting, scratching and biting

High flying, adored

Did you believe in your wildest moments

All this would be yours

That you'd become the lady of them all?

Were there stars in your eyes

When you crawled in at night?

From the bars, from the sidewalks

From the gutter theatrical

Don't look down It’s a long, long way to fall

High flying, adored

What happens now?

Where do you go from here?

For someone on top of the world

The view is not exactly clear

A shame you did it all at 26

There are no mysteries now

Nothing can thrill you

No one fulfill you

High flying, adored

I hope you come to terms with boredom

So famous, so easily, so soon

Is not the wisest thing to be

You won't care if they love you

It’s been done before

You'll despair if they hate you

You'll be drained of all energy

All the young who've made it would agree

High flying, adored

That's good to hear But unimportant

My story's quite usual

Local girl makes good, weds famous man

I was stuck in the right place

At the perfect time

Filled a gap

I was lucky

But one thing I'll say for me

No one else can fill it like I can

There again I've more to do Than simply get the message through

I haven't started Let's get this show on the road

Let's make it obvious

Perón is off and rolling

Eyes! Hair! Mouth! Figure! Dress! Voice! Style! Movement!

Hands! Magic! Rings! Glamour! Face! Diamonds! Excitement! Image!

I came from the people They need to adore me

So Christian Dior me

From my head to my toes

I need to be dazzling

I want to be rainbow high

They must have excitement

And so must l

Eyes! Hair! Mouth! Figure! Dress! Voice! Style! Image!

I'm their product It’s vital you sell me

So Machiavell me

Make an Argentine rose

I need to be thrilling

I want to be rainbow high

They need their escape

And so do l

Eyes! Hair! Mouth! Figure! Dress! Voice! Style! Movement!

Hands! Magic! Rings! Glamour! Face! Diamonds! Excitement! Image!

All my descamisados Expect me to outshine the enemy

I won't disappoint them

I'm their savior!

That's what they call me

So Lauren Bacall me

Anything goes To make me fantastic

I have to be rainbow high

In magical colors

You're not decorating a girl for a night on the town

And I'm not a second rate queen Getting kicks with a crown

You selfish men...

Next stop will be Europe

The Rainbow's gonna tour Dressed up, somewhere to go

We'll put on a show

Look out, mighty Europe

Because you ought to know What you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of Just a little touch of

Argentina's brand of star quality

People of Europe

I send you the Rainbow of Argentina

Spain has fallen to the charms of Evita

She can do what she likes It doesn't matter much

She's our lady of the new world With the golden touch

She filled a bullring 45,000-seater

But if you're prettier than General Franco

That's not hard

Franco's reign in Spain Should see out the '40s

So you've just acquired an ally who

Looks as secure in his job as you

But more important, current political thought is

Your wife's a phenomenal asset Your trump card

Let's hear it for the Rainbow Tour

It’s been an incredible success

We weren't quite sure We had a few doubts

Will Evita win through?

But the answer is yes

There you are I told you so

Makes no difference where she goes

The whole world over, just the same

Just listen to them call her name

And who would underestimate the actress now?

Now, I don't like to spoil a wonderful story

But the news from Rome isn't quite as good

She hasn't gone down like they thought she would

Italy's unconvinced by Argentine glory

They equate Perón with Mussolini Can't think why

Did you hear that?

They called me a whore

They actually called me a whore

But, Señora Perón, it's an easy mistake

I'm still called an admiral

Yet I gave up the sea long ago

More bad news from Rome She met with the Pope

She only got a rosary A kindly word

I wouldn't say the Holy Father gave her the bird

But papal decorations? Never a hope

She still looked the part in Saint Peter's Caught the eye

Let's hear it for the Rainbow Tour

It’s been an incredible success

We weren't quite sure We had a few doubts

Will Evita win through?

But the answer is

A qualified

Yes

Eva started well, no question, in France

Shining like a sun through the postwar haze

A beautiful reminder of the carefree days

She nearly captured the French She sure had the chance

But she suddenly seemed to lose interest

She looked tired

Face the facts, the Rainbow's started to fade

I don't think she'll make it to England now

It wasn't on the schedule anyhow

You'd better get out the flags And fix a parade

Some kind of coming home in triumph is required

Let's hear it for the Rainbow Tour

It’s been an incredible success

We weren't quite sure We had a few doubts

Would Evita win through?

And the answer is

Yes

-And no -And yes

No.

Let's hear it for the Rainbow Tour

It’s been an incredible success

We weren't quite sure We had a few doubts

Would Evita win through?

But the answer is

Yes.

Yes.

Thus all fairy stories end

Only an actress would pretend

Affairs of state are her latest play

Eight shows a week, two matinees

My how the worm begins to turn

When will the chorus girl ever learn?

My how the worm begins to turn

When will the chorus girl ever learn?

The chorus girl hasn't learned the lines

You'd like to hear

She won't go scrambling over the backs of the poor to be accepted

By making donations just large enough

To the correct charity

She won't be president

Of your wonderful societies of philanthropy

Even if you asked her to be

As you should have asked her to be

The actress hasn't learned the lines You'd like to hear

She won't join your clubs

She won't dance in your halls

She won't help the hungry Once a month at your tombolas

She'll simply take control As you disappear

Forgive my intrusion

But fine as those sentiments sound

Little has changed for us peasants

Down here on the ground

I hate to sound childish, ungrateful

I don't like to moan

But do you now represent anyone's cause but your own?

Everything done will be justified By my foundation

And the money kept rolling in from every side

Eva's pretty hands reached out And they reached wide

Now you may feel it should have been A voluntary cause

But that's not the point, my friends

When the money keeps rolling in You don't ask how

Think of all the people Guaranteed a good time now

Eva's called the hungry to her Open up the doors

Never been a fund like the Foundation Eva Perón

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling on in

On in

Would you like to try a college education?

Own your landlord's house? Take the family on vacation?

Eva and her blessed fund

Can make your dreams come true

Here's all you have to do, my friends

Write your name and your dream On a card or a pad or a ticket

Throw it high in the air And should our lady pick it

She will change your way of life For a week or even two

Name me anyone Who cares as much as Eva Perón

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling on out

On out

And the money kept rolling out In all directions

To the poor, to the weak To the destitute of all complexions

Now cynics claim a little of the cash has gone astray

But that's not the point, my friends

When the money keeps rolling out You don't keep books

You can tell you've done well By the happy grateful looks

Accountants only slow things down Figures get in the way

Never been a lady Loved as much as Eva Perón

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling on out

On out

Eva!

When the money keeps rolling out You don't keep books

You can tell you've done well By the happy grateful looks

Accountants only slow things down Figures get in the way

Never been a lady Loved as much as Eva Perón

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling on out

On out

Perón is everything.

He is the soul, the nerve, the hope and the reality of the Argentine people.

We all know that there is only one man in our movement

with his own source of light.

We all feed from his light.

And that is Perón!

And now she wants to be Vice President

That was the over-the-top, unacceptable suggestion

We didn't approve but we couldn't prevent

The games of the wife of the President

But to give her pretensions encouragement

She's out of her depth

And out of the question

But on the other hand

She's all they have

She's a diamond in their dull, gray lives

And that's the hardest kind of stone It usually survives

And when you think about it Can you recall

The last time they loved anyone at all?

She's not a bauble you can brush aside

She's been out doing What we just talked about

Example Gave us back our businesses

Got the English out

And when you think about it Well, why not do

One or two of the things we promised to?

But on the other hand She's slowing down

She's lost a little of that magic drive

But I would not advise Those critics present to derive

Any satisfaction from her fading star

She's the one who's kept us where we are

She's the one who's kept you where you are

This is not a fashionable nightclub.

This is a parliament of free people.

We do not come here to dance to the tune of Madame Pompadour!

Turn a blind eye, Evita Turn a blind eye

Please, gentle Eva

Will you bless a little child?

For I love you

Tell heaven I'm doing my best

I'm praying for you Even though you're already blessed

Please, Mother Eva

Will you look upon me as your own? Make me special?

Be my angel

Be my everything, wonderful, perfect and true

And I'll try to be exactly like you

Please, Mother Eva

Will you look upon me as your own? Make me special?

Be my angel

Turn a blind eye, Evita Turn a blind eye

Amen.

Amen.

Why try to govern a country

When you can become a saint?

Tell me before I waltz out of your life

Before turning my back on the past

Forgive my impertinent behavior

But how long do you think this pantomime can last?

Tell me before I ride off in the sunset

There's one thing I never got clear

How can you claim you're our savior

When those who oppose you are stepped on or cut up

Or simply disappear?

Tell me before you get onto your bus

Before joining the forgotten brigade

How can one person like me, say

Alter the time-honored Way the game is played?

Tell me before you get onto your high horse

Just what you expect me to do

I don't care what the bourgeoisie say

I'm not in business for them

But to give all my descamisados

A magical moment or two

There is evil ever around

Fundamental system of government quite incidental

So what are my chances of honest advances?

I'd say low Better to win by admitting my sin

Than to lose with a halo

Tell me before I seek worthier pastures

And thereby restore self-esteem

How can you be so short-sighted

To look never further than this week or next week

To have no impossible dream?

Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines

And mark your adieu with three cheers

But first tell me who'd be delighted

If I said l'd take on the world's greatest problems

From war to pollution, no hope of solution

Even if I live for 100 years

There is evil ever around

Fundamental system of government quite incidental

So go if you're able to Somewhere unstable and stay there

Whip up your hate in some tottering state

But not here, dear Is that clear, dear?

Oh, what l'd give for 100 years

But the physical interferes

Every day more Oh, my creator

What is the good

Of the strongest heart

In a body that's falling apart?

A serious flaw I hope you know that

Your little body's slowly breaking down

You're losing speed You're losing strength, not style

That goes on flourishing forever

But your eyes, your smile

Do not have the sparkle of your fantastic past

If you climb one more mountain

It could be your last

I'm not that ill

Bad moments come, but they go

Some days are fine Some a little bit harder

But that doesn't mean We should give up our dream

Have you ever seen me defeated?

Don't you forget what I've been through

And yet I'm still standing

Eva, you are dying.

So what happens now?

Where am I going to?

Don't ask anymore

Where do we go from here?

This isn't where we intended to be

We had it all You believed in me

I believed in you

Certainties disappear

What do we do for our dream to survive?

How do we keep all our passions alive

As we used to do?

Deep in my heart I'm concealing

Things that I'm longing to say

Scared to confess what I'm feeling

Frightened you'll slip away

You must love me

Why are you at my side?

How can I be any use to you now?

Give me a chance and I'll let you see how

Nothing has changed

Deep in my heart I'm concealing

Things that I'm longing to say

Scared to confess what I'm feeling

Frightened you'll slip away

You must love me

The actress hasn't learned the lines

You'd like to hear

She's sad for her country

Sad to be defeated

By her own weak body

Evita! Evita! Evita!

Evita! Evita!

Evita!

Evita! Evita!

Evita!

Evita! Evita!

Evita! Evita! Evita!

Evita! Evita!

Evita!

I want to tell the people

Of Argentina

I've decided I should decline

All the honors and titles

You've pressed me to take

For I'm contented

Let me simply go on

As the woman who brings her people

To the heart of Perón

Don't cry for me, Argentina

The truth is I shall not leave you

Though it may get harder

For you to see me

I'm Argentina

And always will be

Have I said too much?

There's nothing more I can think of

To say to you

But all you have to do

Is look at me to know

That every word is true

She had her moment

She had some style

The best show in town was the crowd

Outside the Casa Rosada crying, "Eva Perón"

But that's all gone now

The choice was mine and mine completely

I could have any prize that I desired

I could burn with the splendor

Of the brightest fire

Or else...

Or else I could choose time

Remember, I was very young then

And a year was forever and a day

So what use

Could 50, 60, 70 be?

I saw the lights

And I was on my way

And how I lived

How they shone

But how soon the lights were gone

The choice was yours and no one else's

You can cry for a body in despair

Hang your head

Because she is no longer there

To shine, to dazzle or betray

How she lived

How she shone

But how soon the lights were gone

Eyes, hair, face, image

All must be preserved

Still life displayed forever

No less than she deserved