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. 

When you are lost in the passion of a kiss. 
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!