I follow the Moskva,
The world is closing in,
The world is closing in,
down to Gorky Park
and did you ever think
and did you ever think
Listening to the wind
That we could be so close,
That we could be so close,
of change
like broth-
like broth-
_
ers?
ers?
An August summer night,
The future's in the air,
The future's in the air,
soldiers passing by,
I can feel it everywhere,
I can feel it everywhere,
listening to the wind
blowing with the wind
blowing with the wind
of change
of change
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
into 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
(wants to say)