i follow the moskva
down to gorky park
listening to the wind of change
an august summer night
soldiers passing by
listening to 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
are buried in the past forever
take me to the magic of the moment
on a glory night
where the children of
tomorrow share their dreams
with you and me
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 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
where the children of tomorrow
dream away in the wind of change
