They told me so many things
So many things I believed
That life was another thing
That I wasn't an unhappy
I'm just a woman
If I knew... If I could...
If I were a maiden
the Tudor princess
I'd take my lovers for a walk
by the Watteau parks
And if I were a queen
Napoleon's wife
I'd make the war with him
but just for love
If I were Anne Boleyn
if I had her bravery
I wouldn't have this sadness
of being a nobody under the sun
If I were like them
I'd see myself how I am
Neither sadder nor prettier
than the grace or the goodbye
Without being ashamed of the past
because yesterday is also today
If I were like them
my song would be different
If I could be myself
and look at myself the way I am
And meeting again with my life
And to know where I'm going
Not letting the past stop me
Neither the false compassion
Nor advices, nor prudence
nor envy, nor pain
And letting be whatever
The best or the worst
To not ask, to not be able
to be another, just myself.
If I were like them
I'd see myself how I am
Neither sadder nor prettier
than the grace or the goodbye
If living were easier
If I reached my illusion
If I were like them
my song would be different
If I could devote myself
immeasurably to a passion
like who burns ships
like who talks with God
If my life were another
I would only be myself then
Here inside there's another Eva
and it's better than what I am
If I could, if I dare
to be what I dream
I won't have this pain
of being just what I am
I'll shine like a star
I'll be someone under the sun
Someday I will be Eva
and that day I'll be myself