I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

On a August summer night
Soldiers are passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world is tuning in
And did you ever think
That we can be so closed
Like brothers?

The future is in the air
I can fell it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

The wind of change blows straight
Into the face of time
It's like a storm and that will ring
The iron bell of piece of mind
Let the balalaika sing, what my guitar wants to say

Take me, to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow
Share their dream, with you and me

Take me, to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow
Share their dream, with you and me

Take me, to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow
Share their dream, with you and me

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind