In the peace of night, full of so much enduring and of books I've read, reading them while dreaming, feeling and musing, scarcely seeing them. I raise my head that's suddenly dazed by my useless reading, and I see there's peace in the night now ending, but not in my heart...

My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you.
Whatever you've got lined up,
My heart has made its mind up
And if you can't be signed up
This year, next year will do.
My heart has made its mind up
And I'm afraid it's you...