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