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... 

BOTH: 
...Yet the (your) soul obeys 

PHANTOM: 
Angel of Music! You denied me, turning from [bad word] beauty 
Angel of Music! Do not shun [bad word] to your strange Angel! 

CHRISTINE: 
Angel of Music! I denied you, turning from [bad word] beauty 
Angel of Music! My [bad word] to me, strange Angel! 

PHANTOM: 
I am your Angel of Music… [bad word] to me, Angel of Music...