I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind
of change
on 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 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 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 wind of change
blow 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
Take me to the
magic of the moment
on a glory night
Where the children of
tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.