Evita Page #6

Exactly like you.

Please,

Mother Eva

Will you look upon me as your own?

Make me special

Be my angel, be my everything

Turn a blind eye, Evita!

Turn a blind eye!

And I'll try to be

Exactly like you.

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 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 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 I'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'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...

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...

You must love me...

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

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 Pern

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 moments

She had some style

The best show in town was the crowd

Outside the Casa Rosada

They're crying, "Eva Pern"

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 50

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.

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