Love In December歌词

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