 Wind Of Change
Wind Of Change
I follow the Moskva and down to Gorky Park
listening to the wind of change
An August summernight, and 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 and can feel it everywhere
I´m 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 burried 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 share their dreams
with you and me. and Take ma to the magic
The wind of change
blows straight into the face of time,
like a stormwind that will ring the
freedom bell and for peace of mind.
Let your Balalaika sing
while my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic...
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