I'm hanging there like the balls of Christmas It was Monday, there was hell on the horizon So I'll find a reason to forget That you had a great talent, but in fighting But what Christmas is it If you're not with me But you can't get drunk with the fridge This Jagermeister won't be enough I've lost the afternoons in those that I wanted to marry you, but I changed my mind But what Christmas is it I'm hanging there like a thing to throw away It looks like a telefilm, but it always ends badly So I'll find a reason to go to the sea To send down a glass before drowning But what Christmas is it If you're not with me But you can't get drunk with the fridge This Jagermeister won't be enough I've lost the afternoons in those that I wanted to marry you, but I changed my mind But what Christmas is it If you're not with me But what Christmas is it If you're not with me But what Christmas is it If you're not with me But you can't get drunk with the fridge This Jagermeister won't be enough I've lost the afternoons in those that I wanted to marry you, but I changed my mind