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, / 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 storm wind that will ring the freedom bell / for peace of mind. Let your Balalaika sing like my guitar wants to say