Wind Of Change

I follow the Moskva,

Down to Gorky Park,

Listening to the wind, of change.

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,

Where the children of tomorrow, dream away,

In the wind of change.

Walking down the street,

And distant memories,

Are buried in the past, forever.

I follow the Moskva,

And 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, dream away,

In the wind of change.

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 say.

Take me, to the magic of the moment,

On a glory night,

Where the children of tomorrow, dream away,

In the wind of change.