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
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, 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
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