I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Park
listening to the wind of change
An August-summernight, / 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 it brothers?
The future's in the air / I can feel it everywhere
blowing with the wind of change.
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,where the
children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.
Walking down the street. / Distant memories
ate burried in the past forever.
I follow the Moskva / down to Gorky Park
listening to 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 ma to the magic...
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
Take me to the magic...
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