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 brothers?
The future's 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 tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.
Walking down the street. & distant memories
are 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
while my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic...