Little Lotte - The Mirror (Angel Of Music)

Little Lotte let her mind wander
Little Lotte thought
Am I fonder of dolls
Or of goblins or shoes...

Of riddles or frocks
Those picnics in the attic
Or of chocolates
Father playing the violin.

As we read to each other
Dark stories of the north.

"No, what I love best," Lotte said
"is when I'm asleep in my bed
and the angel of music sings songs in my head".

The angel of music sings songs in my head

Insolent boy
This slave of fashion
Basking in your glory
Ignorant fool
This brave young suitor
Sharing in my triumph.

Angel I hear you
Speak, I listen
Stay by my side, guide me
Angel my soul was weak
Forgive me
Enter at last master.

Flattering child you shall know me
See why in shadow I hide
Look at your face in the mirror
I am there inside.

Angel of music
Guide and guardian
Grant to me your glory
Angel of music
Hide no longer
Come to me strange angel.

I am your angel of music
Come to me angel of music
Come to me angel of music.

Who's is that voice
Who is that in there?

I am your angel of music
Come to me angel of music.