โหลดเพลง mp3 Children Of This Time (Album Version) - Europe

Children Of This Time-Europe
She spends one evening alone she's on fire
Thinkin' of you in a dream

you come home and she says you're a liar
Asking "where have you been"
But she's the angel of your heart

There's not a thing that could set you apart

if nothing comes by 'till the end

if nothing goes wrong
She will always be your friend

You're a fool when you think that she's someone
who would believe in a lie

You're a fool when you don't think she's someone

whom you can make cry
Cause you're the hero of her heart

There's not a thing that could set you apart

if nothing comes by 'till the end

if nothing goes wrong

you will always be her friend

You are the children of this time

you are the bread and the wine

you are compions 'till the end

you've got yourselves to defend

You are the children of this time

you are the bread and the wine

you are compions 'till the end

you've got yourselves to defend

Give her more so much more and you'll find out
that it will come in return

tell her more so much more about your feelings
and she will make them burn
Cause you're the children of today

There's not a thing that could stand in your way

if nothing comes by 'till the end
if nothing goes wrong

you will always be friends

You are the children of this time

you are the bread and the wine

you are compions 'till the end

you've got yourselves to defend

You are the children of this time

you are the bread and the wine

you are compions 'till the end

you've got yourselves to defend

She spends one evening alone she's on fire
Thinkin' of you in a dream

you come home and she says you're a liar
Asking "where have you been"
But she's the angel of your heart

There's not a thing that could set you apart

if nothing comes by 'till the end

if nothing goes wrong
you will always be friends

You are the children of this time

you are the bread and the wine

you are compions 'till the end

you've got yourselves to defend

You are the children of this time

you are the bread and the wine

you are compions 'till the end

you've got yourselves to defend