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 anymo