My Evita, She's singing in the morning
Oh my dear Evita, She's singing in the morning trying to talk about her stories in the night
When the sun goes home and moon rises brighten night and make you sleep
So the all things in your mind go sleep for long time never wake up
Then my sad Evita rises and say "I'm happy in the morning again!
Nothing in my worried mind and I'll pray for every morning like this time"
Oh singing in the morning-
My Evita, singing in the morning-
Oh my dear Evita, She's singing in the morning trying to talk about her stories in the night