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!