December's coming and light fades
And there's a shadow on your face
I know you as if you were mine
And I feel something's wrong inside
The sky gets whitened everyday
And children wait for Christmas day
The white mud is covering the street
And there are little spots on your little feet
[Chorus]
As I'm walking in the snow
As we're growing old alone
And we're walking in the cold
And we're growing old alone
But who cares for the true things?
Like those fat clouds in the wind
But who really gives a sh**
For those little spots on your little feet ?