(Stef) I've seen them on my TV screen Even in my town I've seen Their writings on the wall The written hate (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