I followed the Moskua
down to Gorky Park
Listen to the wind of change.
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
listening to the winds of change
The world is closing in
and did you ever think
that we could be so
close like brothers
The futures in the air
Can feel it everywhere
I’m blowing with the
wind of change.
Take me to the
magic of the moment,
on a glory night
where the children of
tommorrow dream away in the
wind of change.
Walking down the street, distant memories
are buried in the past forever.
I follow the Muskua down to Gorky Park
listening the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of tomorrow
share their dreams with you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
on a glory night when the children of tomorrow
dream away in the wind of change.
The wind of change blows straight
into the face of time,
Like a storm wind that will ring
The freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
what my guitar wants to sing
Take me to the magic of the moment
on a glory night when the children of tomorrow
share the dream with you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
Take me to where the children of tomorrow
dream away
In The wind of change
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