Love In December

We had a million of days

I know that our time has run out

You're my everlasting groove

Forget the past for the time to come

In all our thoughts and we will meet again

Never leave i will cold

I sing for my never-ending dream

Love in december

I will always remember

Our summer with passion,a fatal attraction

Colours are fading like the leaves in november

What's left of the magic

We had a million of days

I know that our time has run out.

You're my everlasting groove

Forget the past for the time to come

In all our thoughts and we will meet again

Never leave i will cold

I sing for my never-ending dream

Love in december

I will always remember

Our summer with passion,a fatal attraction

Colours are fading like the leaves in november

What's left of the magic we felt in the springtime

Cause there's a place in the world I know

Where I'd rather would be

In the fairy-tales of love

Where everthing has a happy end

I would my friend in fantasia-land

We could be together all the time

My dear in the fairytales of love

Love in december

I will always remember

Our summer with passion,a fatal attraction

Colours are fading like the leaves in november

What's left of the magic we felt in the springtime

For a moment a touch could feel

Like a vision of an angel

Has our love and desire disappeared forever

-mmm

Always longing to have you near

Feel the power and the passion

Feel me slipping from your hands

Please break my fall

Love in december

I will always remember

Our summer with passion,a fatal attraction

Colours are fading like the leaves in november

What's left of the magic we felt in the springtime

Love in december

I will always remember

Our summer with passion,a fatal attraction

Colours are fading like the leaves in november

What's left of the magic we felt in the springtime

Love in december

I will always remember

Our summer with passion,a fatal attraction

Colours are fading like the leaves in november

What's left of the magic we felt in the springtime

Love in december

I will always remember

Our summer with passion,a fatal attraction

Colours are fading like the leaves in november

What's left of the magic we felt in the springtime