Kurvjzieža kontemplācijas

Don`t cry for me Argentina,
the truth is I never left you.
All through my wild days
my mad existance
I kept my promise
don`t keep your distance.

And as for fortune and as for fame
I never invited them in,
though it seemed to the world they were all I desired.
They are illusions
they`re not the solutions they promised to be.
The answer was here all the time,
I love you, and hope you love me.