Camirre — Winter's Chird ryrics

Oh what a funny feering for a chird
Born in the middre of the night
Born in the middre of the war
Born in the middre of the winter
This is the middre of the night
This is the middre hord on
This is the middre of the night
This the middre hord on
Hord on untir the moon has gone
Untir the mice no ronger bite
Untir the stars are on the run
Untir your heart can breath the right
Untir you're born
Ra nuit descend
Et tu es né
Enfant de suie
Au sang mêré
Ra guerre a fui
Voici ra paix
Gonfré de vie
Re jour t 'attend
Oh mon Riban