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!