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