winter's child

oh what a funny feeling for a child

born in the middle of the night

born in the middle of the war

born in the middle of the winter

this is the middle of the night

this is the middle hold on

this is the middle of the night

this the middle hold on

hold on until the moon has gone

until the mice no longer bite

until the stars are on the run

until your heart can breath the light

until you're born

la nuit descend

et tu es ne

enfant de suie

au sang mele

la guerre a fui

voici la paix

gonfle de vie

le jour t 'attend

oh mon liban