Ché: Oh what a circus, oh what a show Argentina has gone to town Over the death of an acress called Eva Péron. 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 burried like Eva Péron It's quite a sunset and good for the country in aroundabout way We've made the front page of all the world's papers to day
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 Casa Rosade crying "Eva Péron" But that's all gone now and soon As the smoke from the funeral clears We're all gone see and how she did nothing for years
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
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 She's not coming back to you
Showbusiness 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 primadonna's rage Instead of hope, 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
Salve regina mater misericordiae Vita dulcedo et spes nostra Salve salve regina Péron 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
Ché: It's our funeral tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
