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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 it 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

ate burried 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 ma 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...





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