Winter's Child
Oh what a funny feeling for a childBorn in the middle of theFunny feeling for a child
(This is the middle of the nightThis is the middle, hold onThis is the middle of the nightThis is the middle, hold onHold on until the moon has goneUntil the mice no longer biteUntil the stars are on the runUntil your heart can breathe the lightUntil you'reUntil you'reUntil you're born)
Oh what a funny feeling for a childBorn in the middle of the war
(This is the middle of the nightThis is the middle, hold onThis is the middle of the nightThis is the middle, hold on)
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La nuit descendEt tu es néL'enfant de suieAu sang mêléLa guerre a fuiVoici la paixGonflé de vieLe jour t'attendÔ mon Liban
Oh what a funny feeling for a childBorn in the middle of the winter