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 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 Peron: Eva, you are dying. Eva: So what happens now Where am I goïng to Peron: Don·t ask anymore