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  . . .