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.
The world is closing in, and did you
ever think that we could be so close...
like 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.
When the children of
tomorrow dream away...
In the wind of change.
Ooooh.
Walking down the street, distant
memories are buried 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.
When the children of tomorrow share
their dreams with you and me.
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
their dreams with you and me.
