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 brothers. The
future's in the air I can feel it every where
blowing with the wind of change.
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glo ry night, where the
children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.
Walking down the street distant memories
are burried in the past for ever.
I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park
listening to the wind of change.
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glo ry night, where the
children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.
The wind of change blows straight in to 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 glo
ry night, where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.