(Che:) 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
(Eva:) 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
Eva:) 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 (Crowds:) [Evita! Evita
(Che:) 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
(Choir:) Respice, quaesumus, Domine Famulam tuam Evita In infirmitate Et animam refove, quam creasti Ut castigationibus emendata Se tua sentiat medicina
(Eva:) 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
heart beats in the humble bodies Of Juan Peron and his wife The first lady of Argentina, Eva Duarte de Peron (Crowd chanting:) [Evita Evita ... ]
of Argentina We are adored, we are loved (Officer:) Statesmanship is more than entertaining peasants (Eva's sister:) We shall see little man (Crowd:) [Evita
(Crowd:) [Evita Peron, Partido Feminista] (repeat in background) (Eva:) Peron is everything, he is the soul, the nerve The hope and the reality of the
the flags and fix a parade Some kind of coming home in triumph is required (chorus) (Aide #2:) Would Evita win through? (Aide #1:) And the answer is (Aide #2
(Eva:) 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 Peron
a blind eye, Evita] Tell Heaven I'm doing my best [(Che:) Turn a blind eye] I'm praying for you, even though you're already blessed (Workers:) Santa Santa Evita
(Peron:) 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
(Aristocrats:) 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
(Che:) 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
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
(Peron:) 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
: (Che:) 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
