juan:
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