The choice was mine and mine completelyI could have any prize that I desiredI could burn with the splendor of the brightest fireOr else, or else I could choose timeRemember, I was very young thenAnd a year was forever and a daySo what use could fifty, sixty, seventyI saw the lights and I was on my wayAnd how I lived, how they shoneBut how soon the lights were goneOh, my daughterOh, my sonUnderstand what I have doneI smell face givingI smell face givingAll must be preservedStill life displayed foreverNo less than she deservedMusicMoney was raisedMoney was raised to buildA tombA monument to EvitaOnly the pedestal was completedAnd Evita's body disappearedFor seventeen yearsMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicMusicyou