Lyrics:

Brava brava bravisima...
Christine, Christine

Where in the world have you been hiding?
Really you were perfect.
I only wish I knew your secret.
Who is your great tutor?

Father was spoke of an angel
I used to dream he'd appear.
Now as I sing I can sence him.
And I know he's here.

Here in this room he calls me softly.
Somewhere inside hiding.
Somehow I know he's always with me.
He the unseen 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,
guide and guardian grant to me your glory,
angel of music hide no longer,
secret and strange angel...