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[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]

There are kids, lots of kids, who put the law inside a circle
As they jump, I hope that you will up and down, up and down
When did you cave into this role that you were cast in
When did dress-up turn to fashion, throw your...

Fancy meeting you alone in the crowd
Couldn t help but notice your smile
While everybody else around us is going about
Can we just stop and talk awhile?

I ve been often told our world s growing old
And that friends are harder to find
Do tell me...

Qué piensas niño, que te voy a hacer?
Qué piensas niño? sólo te quiero ver.
Quisiera pasar un día o más
perder el tiempo.
haciendo de nada, ver el cielo caer,
verte a los ojos

Qué piensas niño, que te voy a hacer?
Qué piensas niño? sólo te quiero ver.
Una vez nada mas no fue suficiente
no es...

Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors,
Stuntin (stuntin) is a habit, get like me,
Have you ever seen a chevy with the(get, get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the(get like me)
Have you ever seen a chevy with the butterfly doors,
Stuntin (stuntin) is a habit,
Put it...

Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who s to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five,...