Dice Are Rolling

Peron
Dice are rolling, the knives are out
I see every bad sign in the book
And as far as they can, overweight to a man!
They have that lean and hungry look.

Eva
But we still have the magic we've always had!
The descamisados still worship me, we arrived thanks to
Them and no-one else; no thanks to your generals, --a
Clutch of stuffed cuckoos!

Peron
It's not a question of a big parade, proving we're big with
The mobs on the street.

Eva
You're wrong, the people, my people.

Peron
The people belong to no-one! They are fickle, can be
Manipulated, they don't matter! However much they love
You now it matters more that as far as my stuffed
Cuckoos are concerned, you don't politically exist!

Eva
So i don't exist! So i count for nothing! Try saying that
On the street when all over the world i am argentina!

(eva breaks off for a second--in some pain)

Most of your generals wouldn't be recognized by their
Own mothers! But they'll admit i exist when i become
Vice-president!

Peron
That won't work... We've been through all of this before,
They'd fight you tooth and nail you'd never overcome
Them with a hundred rallies and even if you did.

Eva
Yes?

Peron
Your little body's slowly breaking down
You're losing speed, you're losing strength
Not style, that goes on
Flourishing forever, but your eyes, your smile
Do not have the sparkle of their fantastic past
If you climb one more mountain it could be your last.

Eva
I'm not that ill, bad moments come but they go
Some days are fine, some a little bit harder
But that doesn't mean
I should change my routine
Have you ever seen
Me defeated?
Don't you forget what i've been through and yet
I'm still standing
And if i am ill, that could even be to your advantage!

Peron
Advantage? I'm trying to point out that you are dying!

This talk of death is chilling, of course you're not going to die!

Eva
Then i must now be vice-president!
And i shall have my people come to choose
Two perons to wear their country's crowns
In thousands in my squares and avenues
Emptying their villages and towns
Where every soul in home or shack or stall
Knows me as argentina, that is all.

Oh i shall be a great vice-president!

(but eva collapses in great pain)

Peron
So what happens now?
So what happens now?

Eva
Where am i going to?

Peron
Don't ask anymore