Phantom:
Wandering child,
So lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance

Christine:
Angel or father
Friend or phantom
Who is it there, staring?

Phantom:
Have you forgotten your Angel?

Christine:
Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings
Echo in this whisper!

Phantom:
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze...

Christine:
Wildly my mind beats against you...

Phantom:
You resist....
Phantom/Christine:
Yet your/the soul obeys...

Phantom/Christine:
Angel of Music,
You/I denied me/you!
Turning from [bad word] beauty!
Angel of Music!
Do not shun me/My protecter! [bad word] to your/me strange Angel...

Phantom:
I am your Angel of Music... [bad word] to me; Angel of Music....