I follow the Moskwa
down to Gorky Park
listening to the wind of change.
An August summer night
Soldiers passin´ 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 Moskwa
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 of the moment
On a glory 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.

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 of the moment
on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
in the wind of change.