i follow the moskwa
down to gorki park
listening to the wind
of change
an august summer night
soldiers passing by
listening to the wind of change
the worl is closing in
did you ever think
that we could be so closed,
like brothers
the future is in the air
i can feel it everywhere,and blowing with the wind ,of change
take me,to the magic of the moment
on a glory night,where the childrens of tomorow dream away
in the wind of change
walking down the street
distant memories,are burried in the past
for ever
i follow the moskwa
down to gorky park
listening to the wind,of change
the wind of change blow straight,into the face of time,
like a stormwind,
that will ring,the freedom bells,for peace of mind
let your balalaika sing,
whats my guitare,wants to say
down to gorki park
listening to the wind
of change
an august summer night
soldiers passing by
listening to the wind of change
the worl is closing in
did you ever think
that we could be so closed,
like brothers
the future is in the air
i can feel it everywhere,and blowing with the wind ,of change
take me,to the magic of the moment
on a glory night,where the childrens of tomorow dream away
in the wind of change
walking down the street
distant memories,are burried in the past
for ever
i follow the moskwa
down to gorky park
listening to the wind,of change
the wind of change blow straight,into the face of time,
like a stormwind,
that will ring,the freedom bells,for peace of mind
let your balalaika sing,
whats my guitare,wants to say