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 n enfant de suie au sang ml la guerre a fui voici la paix gonfl de vie le jour t attend oh mon liban
['chanson', 'nouvelle chanson francaise']