All language subtitles for Embrace the Darkness 3

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.

No, no! 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
ln 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
because you haven't got long

Your queen is dead
Your king is through

She's not coming back to you

Show business kept us all alive

Since 1 7 October 1 945

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

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

It's our funeral too

Senor Magaldi?

It's seven o' clock. You'll be late.

Now, Eva Perón

Had every disadvantage

You need if you're going to succeed

No money, no cash

No father, no bright lights

There was nowhere she'd been

At the age of 1 5

As this tango singer found out

Agustin Magaldi

Who has the distinction of being the first

Man to be of use

To Eva Duarte

On this night of 1 000 stars

Let me take you to heaven's door

Where the music of love's guitars

Plays forever more

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

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 I'd feared
wasn't there any more

On that magical day
When you first came my way, miamor

To think that a man
as famous as you are

Could love a poor little nothing like me

I want to 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 passed, 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 are 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 want to 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 want to 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?

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

What's new, Buenos Aires?

I'm new
I want to say I'm just a little stuck on you

You'll be on me too

I get out here, Buenos Aires

Stand back

You oughta 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

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
Wine 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 oughta know
What you're gonna get in me

Just a little touch of star quality

And

If ever I go to 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

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

Take your picture off another wall

- Where am I going to?
- You'll get by, you always have before

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

Take your picture off another wall

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

Where am I going to?

Don't ask any more

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 both
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
lf 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
ln 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, Senor 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 monopolise

With fingers in dozens of different pies

In June of '43

There was a military coup

Behind it was a gang called

The G.O.U.

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

Just one shell

And governments fall like flies

Ka-pow, die
They stumble and fall

Bye-bye
Backs to the wall

Aim high
We're having a ball

The tank and bullet ruled
As democracy died

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

OK, 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

Just one shell
And governments lose their nerve

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 ltaly so

Saw Mussolini's rise
from the very front row

And reckoned he'd do likewise

Sooner or later

Just one blast
And the tear gas falls like rain

They haven't a chance

The terrorists advance

But one guy doesn't dirty his hands

Perón was biding time out

In the slow lane

Suddenly an earthquake hit

The town of San Juan

They stumble and fall

Keep away from the wall

But one guy

Was having a ball

The tragedy a golden chance for Perón

He organised a concert
With incredible flair

In aid of all the victims
Such a grand affair

Politicians, actors
Stars of every flavour

It was January 22, 1 944

A night to remember, that's for sure

For that's the night
That Perón first met Eva

On this night

On this night

On this night of 1 000 stars

Let me take you to heaven's door

Where the music of love's guitars

Plays for evermore

Your act hasn't changed much

Neither has yours

I stand here
as a servant of the people

As we come together
for a marvellous 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

One always picks

The easy fight

One praises fools

One smothers light

One shifts

From left to right

Politics

The art of the possible

I've heard so much about you

I'm amazed

- For I'm only an actress
- For I'm 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 I

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

20 seconds after saying hello

Telling strangers I'm too good to miss

If I'm wrong I hope you'll 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 I'd be good for you

Please go on. You enthral 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 I'd be 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
ln 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, civilised

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

Don't ask any more

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 jewellery counter

Not in front

Could there be

In our fighting corps

A lack of enthusiasm for

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 that's using him

He's exceptionally dim

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'm 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 centre
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?

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 that'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

We'll... 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

A new Argentina

The chains of the masses untied

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

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 found my salvation in Perón

May the nation let him save them

As he saved me

A new age about to begin

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 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?

Release him.

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

Your newly elected president
Juan Perón

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 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

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,

we 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 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 talents a cross between

A fantasy of the bedroom

And a saint

You were just a back street 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

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 fulfil 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 slap 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 I

I'm their product, it's vital to 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 I

All my descamisados expect me
To outshine the enemy

I won't disappoint them

I'm their saviour

That's what they call me

So Lauren Bacall me
Anything goes

To make me fantastic

I have to be rainbow high

In magical colours

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

Next stop will be Europe

The Rainbow's gonna tour

Look out, mighty Europe

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

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 a golden touch

She filled a bull ring
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
lsn'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 Senora 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 at St. Peter's
Caught the eye

Eva started well, no question, in France

Shining like a sun
Through the post-war 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 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

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 world 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 has called the hungry to her

Opened up the doors

Never been a fund
Like the Foundation Eva Perón

Rolling, rolling, rolling

Rolling 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

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

Perón is everything.

He's 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 intentions

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, grey 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

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

Turn a blind eye, Evita

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 behaviour

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 saviour

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-honoured 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

I'll mark your adieu with three cheers

But first tell me who'd be delighted

If I said I'd take on
The world's greatest problems

From war to pollution
No hope of solution

Even if I lived for 1 00 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
ln some tottering state

But not here, dear
ls that clear, dear?

Oh what I'd give for 1 00 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're dying

So what happens now?

Where am I going to?

Don't ask any more

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

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

I want to tell the people

Of Argentina

I've decided

I should decline

All the honours 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

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 moments

She had some style

The best show in town was the crowd

Outside the Casa Rosada
They're 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 splendour

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

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, or 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