Ah, Christine, my Christine What a triumph you gave me tonight My Christine All the dark silent years now set right Ah, Christine The song was beautiful It sounded beautiful Every note, every word And it felt beautiful And I felt beautiful Lost in the music once more Feeling it rise up and soar Alive once again My dearest wife Little Lotte, I beg you, forgive me Raoul, no Little Lotte Ah, what fools we once were Long ago in our youth In Paris at the opera Romantic idiot Those two people are gone Now I must go Our choices are made The opera is done The last notes have been played May your angel of music Watch over you now And give you what I wish I gave you somehow Yours, in regret Raoul