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 both give the very same sensation.
When you're lost in the magic of a kiss.
Her 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.
Its love, this time its love my foolish heart.