I f[C]ollow the Mosk[G]va Do[Dm]wn to Gorky Pa[C]rk List[C]ening to the w[G]ind of ch[F]a------[G]nge 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 brothers The futures in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change
T[C]ake m[G]e to the m[Dm]agic of the m[G]oment On a gl[C]ory ni[G]ght Where the childr[Dm]en of tomorro[G]w dream awa[C]y In the wind of cha[G]nge
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 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
The w[Am]ind of change Blows st[Dm]raight into the face of t[Am]ime Like a stormwind that will [Dm]ring the freedom bell For peace of m[Am]ind Let your balalaika s[Dm]ing What my guitar want to s[E]ay
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