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