Lament

The choice was mine and mine completely,

I could have any prize that i desired

I could burn with the splendor of the brightest fire

Or else, or else I could choose time

Remember, i was very young then

and a year was forever and a day

So what use would sixty, seventy be?

I saw the lights and I was on my way

And how I lived

How they shone.

but how soon the lights were gone.

(dies)

Che (Antonio): The choice was yours and no one elses

you can cry for a body in despair

hang your head

because she is no longer there

to shine,

dazzle,

or betray

And how she lived

how she shone

but how soon her lights were gone.

Some Men: Eyes hair face image

All must be preserved

Still life displayes for Eva.

No less than she deserves!