| I follow the Moskva
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| down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
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| An August-summernight,
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| soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change.
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| The world is closing in,
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| did you ever think that we could be so close, like brothers?
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| The future’s in the air
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| I can feel it everywhere blowing with the wind of change.
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| Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night,
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| where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.
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| Walking down the street.
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| Distant memories are buried in the past forever.
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| 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.
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| Take me to the magic…
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| The wind of change
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| blows straight into the face of time,
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| like a stormwind that will ring the
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| freedom bell for peace of mind.
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| Let your Balalaika sing
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| what my guitar wants to say
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| Take me to the magic…
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| Wind of Change
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| I follow the Moskva
|
| down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
|
| An August-summernight,
|
| 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…
|
| 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
|
| Take me to the magic… |