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.