Jealousy, night and day you torture me.
I sometimes wonder if this spell that I'm under,
Can only be a melody for I know no one but me,
Has won your heart but when the music starts:
My peace departs,
From the moment they play that lovely strain
And we surrender to all its charm again.
This jealousy that tortures me is ecstasy, mystery, pain.
We dance to a tango of love.
Your heart beats with mine as we sway.
Your eyes give the answer I'm dreaming of:
That soft word your cruel lips will never say.
Well, I fear that the music will end,
And shatter the spell it may lend.
To make me believe when your eyes just deceive,
It's only a tango you love.
I fear that the music will end,
And shatter the spell it may lend.
To make me believe when your eyes just deceive,
It's only a tango you love.
It's only a tango that you love.
