| Don't
Cry For Me Argentina
(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 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
Chorus:
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
are not the solutions they promised to be
The
answer was here all the time
I
love you and hope you love me
Don't
cry for me Argentina
(chorus)
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
On
The Balcony Of The Casa Rosada 2
(Eva:)
Just
listen to that, the voice 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
Peron, La Santa Peronista ... ]
(Eva:)
I
am only a simple woman
Who
lives to serve Peron 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 obligarchs
Only
for you, for all of you
And
one day, you too will inherit these treasures
Descamisados,
mis companeros
When
they fire those cannons, when the crowds sing of glory
It
is not just for Peron, but for all of us, for all of us
(Aristocrats:)
Things
have reached a pretty pass
When
someone pretty lower-class
Can
be respected and admired
(Aristocrat:)
But
our privileged class is dead
Look
who they are calling for now
High
Flying, Adored
(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
You
were just a backstreet 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
High
flying, adored
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 twenty-six
There
are no mysteries now
Nothing
can thrill you, noone fulfill you
High
flying, adored
I
hope you come to terms with boredom
So
famous so easily, so soon
It's
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
(Eva:)
High
flying, adored
That's
good to hear but unimportant
My
story's quite usual
Local
girl makes good, weds famous man
I
was stuck in the right place at the perfect time
Filled
a gap, I was lucky
But
one thing I'll say for me
Noone
else can fill it like I can
Rainbow
High
(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
is off and rolling
Chorus:
(Eva's
dressers:)
Eyes,
hair, mouth, figure
Dress,
voice, style, movement
Hands,
magic, rings, glamour
Face,
diamonds, excitement, image
(Eva:)
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
(Eva's
dressers:)
Eyes,
hair, mouth, figure
Dress,
voice, style, image
(Eva:)
I'm
their product, it's vital you 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
(chorus)
(Eva:)
All
my descamisados expect me to outshine the enemy
I
won't disappoint them
I'm
their savior, that's what they call me
So
Lauren Bacall me, anything goes
To
make me fantastic, I have to be Rainbow High
In
magical colors
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, dressed up, somewhere to go
We'll
put on a show
Look
out, mighty Europe
Because
you oughta know whatcha gonna get in me
Just
a little touch of
Just
a little touch of
Argentina's
brand of star quality
Rainbow
Tour
(Peron:)
People
of Europe, I send you the Rainbow of Argentina
(Che:)
Spain
has fallen to the charms of Evita
She
can do what she likes, it doesn't matter much
(Aide
#1:)
She's
our lady of the new world with a golden touch
(Aide
#2:)
She
filled a bull-ring, forty-five thousand seater
(Che:)
But
if you're prettier than General Franco, that's not hard
(Aide
#1:)
Franco's
reign in Spain should see out the forties
So
you've just acquired an ally who
Looks
as secure in his job as you
(Aide
#2:)
But
more important current political thought is
Your
wife's a phenomenal asset, your trump card
Chorus:
(Peron
and Aides:)
Let's
hear it for the Rainbow Tour
It's
been an incredible success
We
weren't quite sure, we had a few doubts
(Peron:)
Will Evita win through?
(Aides:)
But the answer is yes
(Peron:)
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?
(Che:)
Now
I don't like to spoil a wonderful story
But
the news from Rome isn't quite as good
She
hasn't gone down like they thought she would
Italy's
unconvinced by Argentine glory
They
equate Peron with Mussolini, can't think why
(Eva:)
Did
you hear that? They called me a whore!
They
actually called me a whore!
(Italian
admiral:)
But
Signora Peron it's an easy mistake
I'm
still called an admiral
Yet
I gave up the sea long ago
(Aide
#2:)
More
bad news from Rome; she met with the Pope
She
only got a rosary, a kindly word
(Che:)
I
wouldn't say the Holy Father gave her the bird
But
papal decorations, never a hope
(Aide
#1:)
She
still looked the part at St. Peter's, caught the eye
(chorus)
(Peron:)
Will Evita win through?
(Aides:)
But the answer is ...
(Che:)
A qualified
(Aides:)
Yes
(Che:)
Eva
started well, no question, in France
Shining
like a sun through the post-war haze
A
beautiful reminder of the care-free days
She
nearly captured the French, she sure had the chance
But
she suddenly seemed to lose interest
She
looked tired
(Che:)
Face
the facts, the Rainbow's starting to fade
I
don't think she'll make it to England now
(Aide
#1:)
It
wasn't on the schedule anyhow
(Che:)
You'd
better get out 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:) Yes
(Che:)
And no
(Aides:)
And yes
(Che:)
And no
(Aides:)
And yes
(Che:)
No
(chorus)
(Aides:)
Would Evita win through? But the answer is
(Aide
#2:) Yes
(Aide
#1:) Yes
(Aide
#2:) Yes
The
Actress Hasn't Learned The Lines (You'd Like To Hear)
(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 the worm begins to turn
When
will the chorus girl ever learn?
My
how the worm begins to turn
When
will the chorus girl ever learn?
(Eva:)
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
(Che:)
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?
(Eva:)
Everything
done will be justified by my foundation
And
The Money Kept Rolling In (And Out)
(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 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's
called the hungry to her, open up the doors
Never
been a fund like the Foundation Eva Peron
Chorus:
(Workers:)
Rollin'
rollin' rollin', rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin'
rollin' rollin', rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin'
rollin' rollin', rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin'
rollin' rollin', rollin' rollin' rollin'
Rollin'
on in, rollin' on
Rollin'
on in, rollin' on
On
in
(Che:)
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 Peron
(chorus)
Rollin'
on out, rollin' on out
Rollin'
on out, rollin' on out
On
out
(Che:)
And
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 Peron
(chorus)
Rollin'
on out, rollin' on out
Rollin'
on out, rollin' on out
On
out
(Che:)
Eva!!!
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 Peron
(chorus)
Rollin'
on out, rollin' on out
Rollin'
on out, rollin' on out
Rollin'
on out, rollin' on out
On
out
Partido
Feminista
(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 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 Peron
(Che:)
And
now she wants to be vice-president
(Officers:)
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 pretensions encouragement
She's
out of her depth, and out of the question
She
Is A Diamond
(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
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
(Officers:)
She's
the one who's kept you where you are
Santa
Evita
(Children:)
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
Please,
holy Eva, will you feed a hungry 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 feed a hungry child?
For
I love you [(Che:) Turn 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
Madre
de todos los ninos
De
los tiranizados, de los descamisados
De
los trabajadores, de la Argentina
(repeat
and fade)
Waltz
For Eva And Che
(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 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 savior
When
those who oppose you are stepped on,
Or
cut up, or simply disappear?
(Eva:)
Tell
me before you get onto your bus
Before
joining the forgotten brigade
How
can one person like me, say,
Alter
the time-honored 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
(Che
and Eva:)
There
is evil, ever around
Fundamental
system of government
Quite
incidental
(Eva:)
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
(Che:)
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?
(Eva:)
Allow
me to help you slink off to the sidelines
And
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 one hundred years
(Che
and Eva:)
There
is evil, ever around
Fundamental
system of government
Quite
incidental
(Eva:)
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 a hundred years
But
the physical interferes
Every
day more, O 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
(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, your smile
Do
not have the sparkle of your fantastic past
If
you climb one more mountain it could be your last
(Eva:)
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
(Peron:)
Eva,
you are dying
(Eva:)
So
what happens now?
Where
am I going to?
(Peron:)
Don't
ask anymore
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