Dice Are Rolling / Eva’s Sonnet Julie Covington & Paul Jones

[PERÓN]
Dice are rolling, the knives are out
Would-be presidents are all around
I don't say they mean harm but they’d each give an arm
To see us six feet underground

[EVA]
But we still have the magic we've always had!
The descamisados still worship me
We arrived thanks to them and no one else
No thanks to your generals—a clutch of stuffed cuckoos!

[PERÓN]
It's not a question of a big parade
Proving we’re big with the mobs on the street
Our problems are closer than that
They'rе along the corridor

[EVA]
You're wrong—the pеople, my people—

[PERÓN]
The people belong to no one!
They are fickle, can be manipulated!
Controllable, changeable
In the end the people don't matter—
However much they love you now
It matters more that as far as my stuffed cuckoos are concerned
You don't officially or politically exist!