Your heart and my heart are not the same.
Your heart says "I'm afraid"—my heart says "I love you."
You, you hesitate, and I—I believe my heart.
I know where I'm going when I look at you.
It is foolish what I have in terms of long-winded ideas.
But you resist and I—I believe my heart.
My heart beats faster—my heart is right.
Into my arms, I invite you—come.
Only to love you—me, I live a dream.
But you, it seems that you have been trapped.
What should be done? That you believe my heart.
My heart beats faster—my heart is right.
Because already you, you change—Aaaahhhh!
You believe in my heart and, faced with happiness,
your heart says "I love you"—my heart says "I sing."
Love leads us—love invents us.
And I hear beating in the springtime of our twenties,
your heart with my heart.