| Song | Waltz for Eva and Che |
| Artist | Madonna |
| Album | Selections From Evita |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Madonna, Antonio Banderas | |
| Lyrics:Tim Rice Music:Andrew Lloyd Webber | |
| Artist:Madonna/Antonio Banderas | |
| (Che:) | |
| Tell me before I waltz out of your life | |
| Before turning my back on the past | |
| Forgive my impertinent behavior | |
| But how long do you think this pantomime can last? | |
| Tell me before I ride off in the sunset | |
| There's one thing I never got clear | |
| How can you claim you're our savior | |
| When those who oppose you are stepped on, | |
| Or cut up, or simply disappear? | |
| (Eva:) | |
| Tell me before you get onto your bus | |
| Before joining the forgotten brigade | |
| How can one person like me, say, | |
| Alter the time-honored way the game is played? | |
| Tell me before you get onto your high horse | |
| Just what you expect me to do | |
| I don't care what the bourgeoisie say | |
| I'm not in business for them | |
| But to give all my descamisados | |
| A magical moment or two | |
| (Che and Eva:) | |
| There is evil, ever around | |
| Fundamental system of government | |
| Quite incidental | |
| (Eva:) | |
| So what are my chances of honest advances? | |
| I'd say low | |
| Better to win by admitting my sin | |
| Than to lose with a halo | |
| (Che:) | |
| Tell me before I seek worthier pastures | |
| And thereby restore self-esteem | |
| How can you be so short-sighted | |
| To look never further than this week or next week | |
| To have no impossible dream? | |
| (Eva:) | |
| Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines | |
| And mark your adieu with three cheers | |
| But first tell me who'd be delighted | |
| If I said I'd take on the world's greatest problems | |
| From war to pollution, no hope of solution | |
| Even if I lived for one hundred years | |
| (Che and Eva:) | |
| There is evil, ever around | |
| Fundamental system of government | |
| Quite incidental | |
| (Eva:) | |
| So go, if you're able, to somewhere unstable | |
| And stay there | |
| Whip up your hate in some tottering state | |
| But not here, dear | |
| Is that clear, dear? | |
| Oh what I'd give for a hundred years | |
| But the physical interferes | |
| Every day more, O my Creator | |
| What is the good of the strongest heart | |
| In a body that's falling apart? | |
| A serious flaw, I hope You know that |
| zuo ci : Madonna, Antonio Banderas | |
| Lyrics: Tim Rice Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber | |
| Artist: Madonna Antonio Banderas | |
| Che: | |
| Tell me before I waltz out of your life | |
| Before turning my back on the past | |
| Forgive my impertinent behavior | |
| But how long do you think this pantomime can last? | |
| Tell me before I ride off in the sunset | |
| There' s one thing I never got clear | |
| How can you claim you' re our savior | |
| When those who oppose you are stepped on, | |
| Or cut up, or simply disappear? | |
| Eva: | |
| Tell me before you get onto your bus | |
| Before joining the forgotten brigade | |
| How can one person like me, say, | |
| Alter the timehonored way the game is played? | |
| Tell me before you get onto your high horse | |
| Just what you expect me to do | |
| I don' t care what the bourgeoisie say | |
| I' m not in business for them | |
| But to give all my descamisados | |
| A magical moment or two | |
| Che and Eva: | |
| There is evil, ever around | |
| Fundamental system of government | |
| Quite incidental | |
| Eva: | |
| So what are my chances of honest advances? | |
| I' d say low | |
| Better to win by admitting my sin | |
| Than to lose with a halo | |
| Che: | |
| Tell me before I seek worthier pastures | |
| And thereby restore selfesteem | |
| How can you be so shortsighted | |
| To look never further than this week or next week | |
| To have no impossible dream? | |
| Eva: | |
| Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines | |
| And mark your adieu with three cheers | |
| But first tell me who' d be delighted | |
| If I said I' d take on the world' s greatest problems | |
| From war to pollution, no hope of solution | |
| Even if I lived for one hundred years | |
| Che and Eva: | |
| There is evil, ever around | |
| Fundamental system of government | |
| Quite incidental | |
| Eva: | |
| So go, if you' re able, to somewhere unstable | |
| And stay there | |
| Whip up your hate in some tottering state | |
| But not here, dear | |
| Is that clear, dear? | |
| Oh what I' d give for a hundred years | |
| But the physical interferes | |
| Every day more, O my Creator | |
| What is the good of the strongest heart | |
| In a body that' s falling apart? | |
| A serious flaw, I hope You know that |
| zuò cí : Madonna, Antonio Banderas | |
| Lyrics: Tim Rice Music: Andrew Lloyd Webber | |
| Artist: Madonna Antonio Banderas | |
| Che: | |
| Tell me before I waltz out of your life | |
| Before turning my back on the past | |
| Forgive my impertinent behavior | |
| But how long do you think this pantomime can last? | |
| Tell me before I ride off in the sunset | |
| There' s one thing I never got clear | |
| How can you claim you' re our savior | |
| When those who oppose you are stepped on, | |
| Or cut up, or simply disappear? | |
| Eva: | |
| Tell me before you get onto your bus | |
| Before joining the forgotten brigade | |
| How can one person like me, say, | |
| Alter the timehonored way the game is played? | |
| Tell me before you get onto your high horse | |
| Just what you expect me to do | |
| I don' t care what the bourgeoisie say | |
| I' m not in business for them | |
| But to give all my descamisados | |
| A magical moment or two | |
| Che and Eva: | |
| There is evil, ever around | |
| Fundamental system of government | |
| Quite incidental | |
| Eva: | |
| So what are my chances of honest advances? | |
| I' d say low | |
| Better to win by admitting my sin | |
| Than to lose with a halo | |
| Che: | |
| Tell me before I seek worthier pastures | |
| And thereby restore selfesteem | |
| How can you be so shortsighted | |
| To look never further than this week or next week | |
| To have no impossible dream? | |
| Eva: | |
| Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines | |
| And mark your adieu with three cheers | |
| But first tell me who' d be delighted | |
| If I said I' d take on the world' s greatest problems | |
| From war to pollution, no hope of solution | |
| Even if I lived for one hundred years | |
| Che and Eva: | |
| There is evil, ever around | |
| Fundamental system of government | |
| Quite incidental | |
| Eva: | |
| So go, if you' re able, to somewhere unstable | |
| And stay there | |
| Whip up your hate in some tottering state | |
| But not here, dear | |
| Is that clear, dear? | |
| Oh what I' d give for a hundred years | |
| But the physical interferes | |
| Every day more, O my Creator | |
| What is the good of the strongest heart | |
| In a body that' s falling apart? | |
| A serious flaw, I hope You know that |