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 are lost in the passion of a kiss.
His lips are much too close to mine, 
Beware my foolish heart!
But should our eager [bad word]  
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!