We are twins separated before the birth A part of one and great big whole We were torn apart and packed in diff'rent boxes and sent to various countries
And finally we've met, you and me In spite of all and everything "Come on, come a little closer to me" you said "and I can hear your thoughts"
We're post-modern kids We're beautiful and strong We're kids of our century We were born to destroy
I recognized myself in you immediately Now we do not need anybody else Happiness gives you wings but it doesn't give you the skills to fly
We're post-modern kids We're beautiful and strong We're kids of our century We were born to destroy
We're post-modern kids We're beautiful and strong We're kids of our century We were born to destroy
We will never stop holding each other's hands We can do anything together I have no fear of flying and of being broken And there's nothing in this world that you afraid of