"Призрак Оперы" я смотрела пять раз подряд (каждый день), потом еще неделю проматывала сам фильм, а слушала только музыку. Потом начала искать песни. И нашла.
читать дальше“The Mirror (Angel of Music)”
Phantom’s voice:
Insolent boy!
This slave
of fashion
basking in your
glory!
Ignorant fool!
This brave
young suitor,
sharing in my
triumph!
Christine:
Angel! I hear you!
Speak -
I listen . . .
stay by my side,
guide me!
Angel, my soul was weak -
forgive me . . .
enter at last,
Master!
Phantom’s voice:
Flattering child,
you shall know me,
see why in shadow
I hide!
Look at your face
in the mirror -
I am there
inside!
Christine:
Angel of Music!
Guide and guardian!
Grant to me your
glory!
Angel of Music!
Hide no longer!
Come to me, strange
angel...
Phantom’s voice:
I am your Angel ...
Come to me: Angel of Music ..
Phantom’s voice:
I am your Angel of Music . . .
Come to me: Angel of Music . . .
“The Music of the Night”
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night
Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to go
Only then can you belong to me
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the harmony which dreams alone can write
The power of the music of the night
You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night
"The Phantom of the Opera"
Christine:
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside my mind
The Phantom:
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
To glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind
Christine:
Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear
The Phantom:
It's me they hear
Christine & The Phantom:
Your spirit and my voice in one combined
The Phantom & Christine:
My spirit and your voice in one combined
Both:
The phantom of the opera is there
Christine & The Phantom:
Inside my mind
The Phantom & Christine:
Inside your mind
Choir:
He's there,
The phantom of the opera
Beware,
The phantom of the opera
The Phantom:
In all your fantasy
You always knew
That man and mystery
Christine:
Were both in you
Both:
And in this labyrinth
Were night is blind
The phantom of the opera is
Christine & Christine:
Here
The Phantom & Christine:
There
Christine:
Inside my mind
The Phantom:
Sing! My angel of music
Christine:
He's there
The phantom of the opera
The Phantom:
Sing...
The Phantom:
Sing for me...
Sing, my angel of music!
Sing for me!
“Think of me”
Think of me
think of me fondly,
when we've said goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while -
please promise me
you'll try.
When you find
that, once
again, you long
to take your heart back
and be free -
if you
ever find
a moment,
spare a thought
for me
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but if
you can still
remember
stop and think
of me . . .
Think of all the things
we've shared and seen -
don't think about the things
which might have been . . .
Think of me,
think of me waking,
silent and
resigned.
Imagine me,
trying too hard
to put you
from my mind.
Recall those days
look back
on all those times,
think of the things
we'll never do -
there will
never be
a day, when
I won't think
of you . .
We never said
our love
was evergreen,
or as unchanging
as the sea -
but please
promise me,
that sometimes
you will think
of me!
