The night is like a lovely tune, beware my foolish heart!
How white the ever constant moon, take care, my foolish
heart!
There's a line between love and fascination,
That's hard to see on an evening such as this,
For they give the very same sensation.
When you are lost in the passion of a kiss.
Your lips are much too close to mine, beware my foolish
heart!
But should our eager lips combine, then let the fire
start.
For this time it isn't fascination, or a dream that will
fade and fall apart,
It's love this time, it's love, my foolish heart!
