Little Lotte [Finnish translation]

Raoul:

Little Lotte let her mind wander

Christine:

You Remember that too

Raoul:

Little Lotte thought: Am I fonder of dolls

Raoul & Christine:

Or of goblins or shoes?

Christine:

Or of riddles of frocks

Raoul:

Those picnics in the attic

Or of chocolates

Christine:

Father playing the violin

Raoul:

As we read to each other dark stories of the North

Christine:

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

Raoul & Christine:

The Angel of Music sings songs in my head