There come the black boots marching without fear
Marking the pace in a war that they carry within themselves
Poor black boots if there is war it will be worse
One, two, three, go!
They are my childhood friends and they are marching without a choice
Everyone singing a War Bird and they sing The Wall
They shaved all their heads, but not their hearts
There go my black boots shouting at me without a voice
Hey skinny black boots, sing our song
Here come the black boots, we like rock 'n' roll
We like those parties that burst with the sun
We like nature, grass and love
We like fair protests, we hate oppression
We are black boots of the street and rock 'n' roll
I wanted to die, I heard on the radio the war began
Mothers cry and girlfriends and an entire nation
Of all the helplessness and unconsciousness, what do I know?
I better keep quiet, it would be in vain to be a hero in the pantheon
Poor black boots there is war and it will be worse
It was raining winter, I heard the door I felt someone knock
I asked the sun for them to come, and only one came back
With a broken look, crying he hugged me
Here I brought his black boots, and in blood a song:
'Here we are the black boots, we march in fear
Marking in step between the bombs, death and pain
If we don't come back, if we don't come back today...
Hey skinny black boots, sing our song'
Here come the black boots, we like rock 'n' roll
We like those parties that blow up with the sun
We like nature, grass and love
We like fair protests, we hate oppression
We are black boots of the street and rock 'n' roll