Winter’s Child – Camille – letras

Oh what a funny feeling for a childBorn in the middle of the nightBorn in the middle of the warBorn in the middle of the winterThis is the middle of the nightThis is the middle hold onThis is the middle of the nightThis the middle hold onHold on until the moon has goneUntil the mice no longer biteUntil the stars are on the runUntil your heart can breath the lightUntil you’re bornLa nuit descendEt tu es néEnfant de suieAu sang mêléLa guerre a fuiVoici la paixGonflé de vieLe jour t ‘attendOh mon Liban