The beggar:
See the days passing by
I was lying on the sidewalk
She settled before me
My bestirred glance followed her
As she entered into the dark
But she did not realize I fell in love of her.

Christine:
Behind those cavalier fir trees
Betwixt ghastly shades
He haunts my dreams
And clouds my head

I do not know who he is
I think I’m enamored
Oh dear stranger tell me who you are
Why do I love you this way?

The Beggar:
Take my greasy hands and go for a walk
Talk to me all that you can
Because I shall never see you again
You crucified me


Now you are gone
Snow falls inexorably
And the ring of marriage with sorrow
Outshines like the flames of hell in eternal gloom.

The snow freezes mine soul
The dark fog mists up my life
And my eyes blur

Christine:
I saw you thrown face down
I glimpsed a torn soul
Just wanted to help and
Got caught in your webs
Those godless Arabian eyes of lust
Revealed me world’s lost innocence
A little girl wrapped up in storms
Who are you?
Forlorn, forever cursed to be
So alone and sad
But there is an iron wall betwixt us
I cannot love you, forgive me… please.

There the lonely beggar laid down and fell asleep,
Always wishing to be in the land of the dead
Dead to the world.
Fire and water, two lovers,
When they fall in love only smoke and ashes are left.
Then the pollution spreads like a virus.
The disgraced sad-man climbed up the highest building
And tore apart his wings, a fallen angel of God,
Flung himself into the bowels of the abyss,
To join the sublime queen of night.

Rain fell steadily
Saw the dim daylight
At the same time spring flourishes
Newborn blooms and leaves upon the fertile branches
And I’m still here watching people passing by
I close my eyes and start to cry out again.
Oh Christine, come to me!
Ebony Sky
Topaz eyes
Incense breath
Snowflakes breasts
Golden Hair
The wind casts a spells to summon the Lord of Hell.
Human disdain snatched her from my cold lap
Scandinavian marine eyes
Heavenly smile
Her beauty wrung my madness from slumber land.
Thy beauty, a maleficent black rose
I want to kiss your crimson lips,
And lick your Nordic milky skin
Come to me Christine
For I am the Phantom of the Opera.