WHEN DECEMBER USED TO BRING ME HAPPINESS

The time of slumber comes creeping through the open fields and deep trees

Sparkling white cristal flakes blazing across the smooth Fall air

I miss everything at a time and my mood is grey and blue

Restless, I reach out but I touch no warmth

The time for people to gather around the fire place comes whistling

Drifting over fences and closed doors, and valleys
And I miss belonging to someone

I mis her, I miss you, myself and what my world was about

Now we don't exist anymore No, we don't belong anywhere anymore

When I wake up in a sunny day in Febrebruary

The days will enlarge slightly

The nights will warm up slowly

And a first new day will burn me down

As if the flames of the fire we never lighted

The cold makes me laugh slower

The winter makes me think about the things I should have told you

And the times I said too much

Life is full of unexactness

Life is full of dramaticaly beautiful mistakes.