Ad te clamamus exules filii Eva
Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes
o clemens, o pia.
verse 1
Oh, what a circus, oh what a show,
Argentina has gone to town,
over the death of an actress called Eva Peron.
We?ve all gone crazy, mourning all day and mourning all night
falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right.
verse 2
Oh, what an exit, that?s how to go!
When they?re ringing your curtain down
demand to be buried like Eva Peron.
It?s quite a sunset, and good for the country in a roundabout way
we?ve made the front pages of all the world?s papers today.
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?
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.
verse 3
She had her moments, she had some style
the best show in town was the crowd
outside the Casa Rosada crying "Eva Peron"
But that's all gone now, as soon as the smoke from the funeral clears
we?re all gonna see and how she did nothing for years.
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.
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.
Outro
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.