....I folow 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...
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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 folow 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 blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing. What my guitar wants to say...
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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../.