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 above? give the very same sensation.
When you're lost in a 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,
It's love... this time, it's love,
My foolish heart!

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!