text: Its knowing what they want of me that scares me
  Its knowing, having followed, I must lead
  Its knowing that each person there compares me
  To those in my past whom I now succeed
  But how can whatever I do for them now be enough?
  Be enough
  Aida! Aida!
  All we ask of you
  Is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage
  To ask more would be selfish, but nothing less will do
  Aida! Aida!
  Your robe should be golden, your robe should be perfect
  Instead of this ragged concoction of thread
  But may you be moved by its desperate beauty
  To give us new life, for wed rather be dead
  Then live in the squalor and shame of the slave
  To the dance!
  Aida! Aida!
  All we ask of you
  Is a lifetime of service, wisdom, courage
  To ask more would be selfish, but nothing less will do
  Aida! Aida!
  Aida...!
  Aida! Aida!
  Aida! Aida!
  Aida!
  I know expectations are wild and almost
  Beyond my fulfillment, but they wont hear
  A word of a doubt or see signs of a weakness
  My nigh-on-impossible duty is clear
  And if I can rekindle our ancestors dreams, its enough
  Its enough
  Aida! Aida! Aida!
  Aida! Aida! Aida!
  Its enough!
  Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...