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!
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!