Jealousy, night and day you torture me.

I sometimes wonder if this spell that Im 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 Im 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.