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
A 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 will meet again
Never leave me out here in the cold I sign
For my never-ending dream

Love in December
I will always remember
A 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 rather would be
In the fairy tales of love
Where everything has a happy end
A world my friend
In fantasia land
We will be together all the time, my dear
In the fairy tales of love

Love in December
I will always remember
A 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
As our love and desire disappeared forever
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
A 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
A 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
A 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
A 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