(Che:)
Oh what a circus,
oh what a show
Argentina has gone to town
Over the death of an actress
called Eva Peron
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 Peron
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 Peron"
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
(Crowd:)
Salve regina mater misericordiae Vita dulcedo et spes
nostra Salve salve regina Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva Ad te
suspiramus gementes et flentes O clemens o pia
|
Hail, oh queen, mother of mercy Our life,
sweetness, and hope Hail, hail, oh queen
To you we cry, exiled sons of Eve To you we
sigh, mourning and weeping Oh clement, oh loving
one
|
(Che:)
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
And she's not coming back to
you
Show business kept us all alive
Since seventeen 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 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
(Crowd:)
Salve regina mater misericordiae
Vita dulcedo et spes
nostra
Salve salve regina Peron
Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te
suspiramus gementes et flentes
O clemens o pia
(Eva:)
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
(Che:)
It's
our funeral too
Madonna - Evita - 1996
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