Follow the Moskwa down to Gorki Park,
listening to the wind of change.
An August summer night, soldiers passing by,
listening to the wind of change. The world is closing in, did you ever think
that we could be so close like brothers.
The future`s in the air, I can feel it ev`rywhere,
blowing with the wind of change.
Take me to the magic of a moment
on a glory night,
where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.
Walking down the street,
distant memories
are buried in the past forever.
I follow the Moskwa, down to Gorki Park,
listening to the wind of change.
Take me to the magic of a moment
on a glory night,
where the children of tomorrow
share their dreams
with you and me.
Take me to the magic of a moment
on a glory night,
where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.
The wind of change blows straight
into the face of time,
like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
for peace of mind.
Let your balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say !
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