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 have the very same sensation
When you’re lost in the magic of a kiss.
His/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.
It’s love, this time, it’s love, my foolish heart!