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 me out here in the 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 me out here in the 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 ?