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• Artiste: Madonna
• Titre: Waltz For Eva And Che
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(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