A marching band went by outside our house
Nobody went out in to the street
Are they inside cuz all the lights are out
Where do they go where do they meet?
The traffic light turns from green to red
Nobody comes it turns back again
"Go to bed, go back to sleep"
(But) I´ll still see it all when I dream
The song of the weak will die
My songs of souls and streets will never go down
Cuz the books of history will not make a sound
Oh, the songs of weak will die, the songs of weak will die and the streets will not make a sound
The song of the weak will die
Nobody went out in to the street
Are they inside cuz all the lights are out
Where do they go where do they meet?
The traffic light turns from green to red
Nobody comes it turns back again
"Go to bed, go back to sleep"
(But) I´ll still see it all when I dream
The song of the weak will die
My songs of souls and streets will never go down
Cuz the books of history will not make a sound
Oh, the songs of weak will die, the songs of weak will die and the streets will not make a sound
The song of the weak will die