When you are slowly wakling down the street
And you see life all coloured rose

She suddenly appears

you feel a heat -
It's running from your head to toes.
You're softly running higher

You better don't asa( why - 'cause
Love is to love a lover's love

It comes down from up above
And you find no place to hideaway.
Love is to love a lover's love

It comes down from up above

So you should believe in love.
You really don't have to defend yourself

When it comes like a belt from blue.
You better should consult your pillow
dear

And should enjoy that feeling too.
You're soffly running hotter

Now you know what you've got - 'cause
Love is to love a lover's love
. . .
Love is to love a lover's love
. . .