Angel of Music

Brava, brava

Bravissima!

Christine, Christine

(Christine)

Where in the world have you been hiding?

Really, you were perfect

I only wish I knew your secret

Who is your great tutor?

Father once spoke of an angel

I used to dream he'd appear

Now as I sing I can sense him

And I know he's here

Here, in this room, he calls me softly

Somewhere inside hiding

Somehow I know, he's always with me

He, the unseen genius

Christine, you must have been dreaming

Stories like this can't come true

Christine, you're talking in riddles

And it's not like you

Angel of Music, guide and guardian

Grant to me your glory (who is this angel?)

(This) Angel of Music, hide no longer

Secret and strange angel

He's with me even now (your hands are cold)

All around me (your face, Christine, it's white)

It frightens me (don't be frightened)