[EVA]
The choice was mine and mine completely
I could have any prize that I desired
I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire
Or else—or else I could choose time
Remember I was very young then
And a year was forever and a day
So what use could fifty, sixty, seventy be?
I saw the lights and I was on my way

And how I lived! How they shone!
But how soon the lights were gone!

Oh my daughter! Oh my son!
Understand what I have done!

[EMBALMERS]
Eyes, hair, face, image
All must be preserved
Still life displayed forever
No less than she deserved

[CHE, spoken]
Money was raised to build a tomb
A monument to Evita
Only the pedestal was completed
And Evita's body disappeared for seventeen years