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.
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!