(Tandie)
I’ve seen it for so many years
The segregation and the tears
I never understood
This written hate
(samen)
And they say they love their culture
And their culture shouldn’t change
But everything is born to die
If it stays the same
But (maybe they’re) too young too blind too see
That we’re two of a kind
(Tandie)
Sixty one and thirty two
Black and white, that’s me and you
Who could say that difference
Builds a wall
(Stef)
Walls are made to fall apart
If you listen to your heart
You will see yourself
In someone else
(samen)
But still they keep on talking
About their holy quest
They’re hanging on to nothing
They’re living in the past
Cause maybe they’re too old
too blind
too see
that we’re two of a kind
Meld je aan en ontvang het Stef Bos-nieuws als eerste in je mailbox.