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Wandering Child / Bravo, Monsieur
Michael Crawford; Sarah Brightman; Steve Barton
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Wandering child, so lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance
Angel or father?
Friend or phantom?
Who is it there, staring? (Have you forgotten your angel?)
Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings
Echo in this whisper?
Too long you've wandered in winter (Once again she is his)
Far from my far-reaching gaze (Once again she returns)
Wildly, my mind beats against you (You resist)
Yet your soul obeys (To the arms of her-)
Angel of Music, you denied me (I denied you) (Angel or demon? Still he calls her!)
Turning from true beauty (Luring her back from the-)
Angel of Music (-grave. Angel?)
Do not shun me! (My protector!) (Or dark seducer?)
Come to your (Come to me) strange Angel! (Who are you, strange Angel?)
I am your Angel of Music
Come to me, Angel of Music
Angel of Darkness, cease this torment
(I am your Angel of Music) Christine! Christine! Listen to me! Whatever you may believe, this man, this thing-
(Come to me, Angel of Music) -is not your father
Let her go, for God's sake, let her go!
Christine!
Raoul!
Bravo, monsieur!
Such spirited words!
More tricks, monsieur?
Let's see, monsieur
How far you dare go!
More deception?
More violence?
Raoul, no!
That's right, that's right, monsieur, keep walking this way!
You can't win her love by making her your prisoner!
I'm here, I'm here, monsieur!
The Angel of Death!
Come on, come on, monsieur, don't stop, don't stop!
Raoul, come back!
Don't go!
So be it
Now, let it be war
Upon you both!
Here the sire may serve the dam
Here the master takes his meat
Here the sacrificial lamb
Utters one despairing bleat
Poor young maiden!
For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets
You will have to pay the bill
Tangled in the winding sheets
Serve the meal and serve the maid
Serve the master so that when
Tables, plans and maids are laid
Don Juan triumphs once again!
Passarino, faithful friend
Once again, recite the plan
Your young guest, he believes I'm you!
I the master, you the man
When you met, you wore my cloak
With my scarf, you hid your face
She believes she dines with me
In her master's borrowed place
Furtively we'll scoff and quaff
Stealing what in truth is mine
When it's late and modesty
Starts to mellow with the wine
You come home, I use your voice
Slam the door like crack of doom
I shall say, "Come, hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course! My room"
Poor thing hasn't got a chance!
Here's my hat, my cloak and sword
Conquest is assured
If I do not forget myself and laugh
No thoughts within her head but thoughts of joy
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love
Master?
Passarino
Go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey
You have come here
In pursuit of your deepest urge
In pursuit of that wish which till now has been silent
Silent
I have brought you
That our passions may fuse and merge
In your mind you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defenses, completely succumbed to me
Now you are here with me
No second thoughts
You've decided
Decided