How late it is and here at my house
She doesn't call anymore...
It's a Christmas to throw away
She doesn't come anymore...
I look at the phone and I think of her
My eyes are fogged up glass...
How much snow is coming down
Who will stop her...
The candle is still lit
Soon it will wear out...
God you are being born and I am dying
What would you do in my place
Now that I lose her too
I kicked my dreams...< br/>God, what a Christmas this is of mine
Christmas bells for me too
For me too... also for me...
If you hear me but why
/>You don't bring back those who are no longer there...
How much snow is coming down
He will cry with me...