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.

His 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 the dream that would fade and fall apart,
It's love, this time, it's love,
My foolish heart.

It's love, this time, it's love,
My foolish heart.