She had her momentsShe had some styleThe best show in town was the crowdOutside the Casa RosadaCrying Eva PeroBut that's all gone nowEva, beware your ambitionScrew the middle classesI will never accept themAnd they will never deny me anything againMy father's other family were middle classAnd we were kept out of sightHidden from viewIt seems crazy but you must believeThere's nothing calculated, nothing plannedIt seems crazy but you must believePlease forgive me if I seem naiveI would never want to force your handBut please understandAre you Argentina?The chains of the masses are tiredAre you Argentina?The voice of the peopleCan you hear?Can you hear?Can you hear?The gentle kingThe gentle kingThe gentle kingThe gentle kingThe gentle kingIcons at the doorSo youngThe instant queenThe instant queenA rich beautiful thingA rich beautiful thingOf all the talentsAt cross betweenOf all the talentsOf how to melting each other's loveA fantasy of the bedroom and the saintSanta, Santa EvitaMadre de todos los niñosDe los tiranes sanosDe los pesadosSing your folk what you got it wrongEnjoy your prayer but you haven't got longYour queen is dead, your queen is throughShe's not coming back to youSanta, Santa EvitaMadre de todos los niñosDe los tiranes sanosDe los pesadosSing your folk what you got it wrongEnjoy your prayer but you haven't got longYour queen is dead, your queen is throughShe's not coming back to you