December is a busy month. Always sad and gloomy... heartbreaking. December is still waiting.
December into winter
The cool wind calls the mustard flowers to bloom
So the old year is almost over
Who forgot? Only I find my way back!
December is a busy month
Always sad and gloomy... rubs the heart
December still waiting
Warm arms of happiness... open up
Joy knocks on every door
Love is still warm and full
Knowing that luck depends on fate
The horizon is far away, the boat is absent-minded
December is coming every hour
Love? Or just a disappointing dream?
A new year is about to turn
December is still gentle... waiting for me!