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