Bravi, bravi, bravissimi

Where in the wolrd have you been hiding?
Really, you were perfect
I only wish I knew your secret
Who is this new 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 the music, guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
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