It won't be easy, you'll think it strange When I try to explain how I feel, That I still need your love After all that I've done.
You won't believe me All you will see is a girl you once knew Although she's dressed up to the nines At sixes and sevens with you.
I had to let it happen, I had to change; Couldn't stay all my life down at heel: Looking out of the window, Staying out of the sun.
So I chose freedom Running around, trying everything new But nothing impressed me at all I never expected it to.
Don't cry for me Argentina The truth is I never left you. All through my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise, don't keep your distance.
And as for fortune, and as for fame; I never invited them in: Though it seemed to the world They were all I desired.
They are illusions They're not the solutions they promised to be, The answer was here all the time, I love you, and hope you love me.
Don't cry for me Argentina The truth is I never left you. All through my wild days, my mad existence, I kept my promise, don't keep your distance.
Have I said too much? There's nothing more I can think of to say to you But all you have to do is look at me to know That ev'ry word is true.
Compositores: Andrew Lloyd-webber (Cranston) (PRS), Timothy Miles Bindon Rice (Tim Rice) (PRS)Editor: Evita Music Ltd (PRS)Publicado em 2010 e lançado em 2010 (26/Ago)ECAD verificado obra #4974 e fonograma #2178569 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM