A Close Friendship (From "Close" Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) - Valentin Hadjadj

Oh what a circus, oh what a show Argentina has gone to town Over the death of an actress called Eva Perón We've all gone crazy, mourning all day and mourning all night Falling over ourselves to get all of the misery right Oh what an exit, that's how to go When they're ringing your curtain down Demand to be buried like Eva Perón It's quite a sunset and good for the country in a roundabout way We've made the front page 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? She had her moments, she had some style The best show in town was the crowd Outside the Casa Rosada crying: Eva Perón 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 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 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 Sing, you fools, but you got it wrong Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long Your queen is dead, your king is through She's not coming back to you Show business kept us all alive Since 17 October 1945 But the star has gone, the glamor's worn thin That's a pretty bad state for a state to be in Instead of government, we had a stage Instead of ideas, a prima donna's rage Instead of help, we were given a crowd She didn't say much but she said it loud Sing, you fools, but you got it wrong Enjoy your prayers because you haven't got long Your queen is dead, your king is through She's not coming back to you Salve regina mater misericordiae Vita dulcedo et spes nostra Salve salve regina Péron (Ad te) ad te clamamus exules filii Eva Ad te suspiramus gementes et flentes O clemens o pia Don't cry for me, Argentina For I am ordinary, unimportant And undeserving of such attention Unless we all are, I think we all are So share my glory, so share my coffin So share my glory, so share my coffin It's our funeral, too