Текст и перевод песни Andrew Lloyd Webber feat. Colm Wilkinson - Requiem For Evita / Oh What A Circus - Medley

Requiem For Evita / Oh What A Circus - Medley

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Requiem aeternam dona Evita

Requiem aeternam dona Evita

Requiem Evita, requiem Evita

Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita

Requiem aeternam dona Evita

Requiem aeternam dona Evita

Requiem Evita, requiem Evita

Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita

CHE]
O what a circus! O 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

O what an exit! That's how to go
Whеn they're ringing your curtain down

Demand to bе buried like Eva Perón
It's quite a sunset

And good for the country in a roundabout way

We've made the front page in 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 glamour'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 Perón
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

Ride on my train O my people

And when it's your turn to die, you'll remember

They fired those cannons
Sang lamentations

Not just for Eva
For Argentina

Not just for Eva
For everybody

So share my glory
So share my coffin

So share my glory
So share my coffin

It's our funeral, too

Requiem For Evita / Oh What A Circus - Medley

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Eternal rest, grant to Evita

Eternal rest, grant to Evita

Requiem Evita, requiem Evita

Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita

Eternal rest, grant to Evita

Eternal rest, grant to Evita

Requiem Evita, requiem Evita

Evita, Evita, Evita, Evita

CHE]
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 in 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

Hail holy queen, mother of mercy
Life, sweetness, and our hope

Hail, hail holy queen
To you we cry, exiled children of Eva

To you we sigh, groaning and weeping
Oh merciful, oh gracious

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 glamour'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

Hail holy queen, mother of mercy
Life, sweetness, and our hope

Hail, hail holy queen Perón
To you we cry, exiled children of Eva

To you we sigh, groaning and weeping
Oh merciful, oh gracious

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

Ride on my train, oh my people

And when it's your turn to die, you'll remember

They fired those cannons
Sang lamentations

Not just for Eva
For Argentina

Not just for Eva
For everybody

So share my glory
So share my coffin

So share my glory
So share my coffin

It's our funeral, too