歌词
Night-time 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 thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .
Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
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 surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around 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 be !
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 power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night . . .
(During all this, the PHANTOM has conditioned
CHRISTINE to the coldness of his touch and her fingers
are brave enough to stray to his mask and caress it, with
no hint of removing it. The PHANTOM leads her to a
large mirror from which he removes a dust cover and in
which we see the image of CHRISTINE, a perfect wax-
face impression, wearing a wedding gown. CHRISTINE
moves slowly towards it when suddenly the image thrusts
its hands through the mirror towards her She faints. The
PHANTOM catches her and carries her to the bed, where
he lays her down.)
PHANTOM
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night . .
长安绿秋
