时间：1987-01-01
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Wandering Child / Bravo, Monsieur - Andrew Lloyd Webber/"The Phantom Of The Opera" Original London Cast/Michael Crawford/Sarah Brightman/Steve Barton
Written by：Andrew Lloyd Webber/Charles Hart/Richard Stilgoe/Michael Kunze
Wandering child so lost so helpless
Yearning for my guidance
Angel or father friend or phantom
Who is it there staring
Angel oh speak
What endless longings echo in this whisper
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my far reaching gaze
Wildly my mind beats against you
You resist
Yet the soul obeys
Angel of music
I denied you turning from true beauty
Angel of music
Do not shine me
Come to your strange angel
I am your angel of music
Come to me angel of music
Angel of darkness
Cease this torment
I am your
Christine
Christine listen to me
Whatever you may believe this man
This thing
Is not your father
Let her go
For God's sake let her go
Christine
Oh 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
Raoul
No stay back
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 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
