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 your 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 we should give up our dream, have you ever seen me defeated?
 don't you forget what i've been through and yet
 i'm still standing

 juan (spoken, whispered):
 eva, you are dying

 eva:
 so what happens now?  where am i going to?

 juan:
 don't ask anymore