The Mirror [Angel of Music] [Turkish translation]

[Phantom:]

Insolent boy, this slave of fashion,

Basking in your glory!

Ignorant fool, this brave young suitor,

Sharing in my triumph!

[Christine:]

Angel, I hear you.

Speak, I listen.

Stay by my side,

Guide me.

Angel, my soul was weak,

Forgive me.

Enter at last, Master.

[Phantom:]

Flattering child, you shall know me.

See why in shadow I hide.

Look at your face in the mirror.

I am there, inside!

[Christine:]

Angel of music, guide and guardian,

Grant to me your glory.

Angel of music, hide no longer.

Come to me, strange angel.

[Phantom:]

I am your angel of music.

Come to me, angel of music...

I am your angel of music

Come to me, angel of music!