Bravi, bravi, bravissimi Where in the world 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 see, I can sense him And I know he's here Here in this room he calls me softly Somewhere inside I dig Somehow I know he's always with me Fabian's seen 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, bride and guardian Brought to me your glory Angel of music, I no longer Secret and strange angel Is with me for now Your hands are cold All around Your face, Christine, it's white It frightens me Don't be frightened