Текст песни Camille - Winter's child

Oh what a funny feeling for a child
Born in the middle of the funny feeling for a child

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
Until you're
Until you're born

Oh what a funny feeling for a child
Born in the middle of the war

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

La nuit descend
Et tu es n