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…
Я иду вдоль Москвы-реки
К Парку Горького и чувствую
ветер перемен
Летней ночью в августе
Солдаты, проходящие мимо, тоже чувтсвуют ветер перемен
Мир становится теснее
Могли ли мы представить, что сможем быть близки, как братья
Ощущение нового будущего витает в воздухе
Это чувствуется везде, дует
ветер перемен
Перенеси меня на одну секунду в волшебство той славной ночи
Где будущие дети будут мечтать при ветре перемен
Я иду по улице
Воспоминания о былом остались в прошлом
Я иду вдоль Москвы-реки
К Парку Горького и чувствую
ветер перемен
Перенеси меня на одну секунду в волшебство той славной ночи
Где будущие дети будут будут мечтатьв месте с нами
Дай мне снова пережить то ощущение
Ветер перемен
Дует в лицо времени,
Как штормовой ветер, из-за которого
Звенит колокол свободы для мира в сознании людей
Пусть ваша балалайка споет то
Что хочет сказать моя гитара
Дай мне снова пережить то ощущение
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 ...
I walk along the Moscow River
To Gorky Park and feel
wind of change
Summer night in August
Soldiers passing by too chuvtsv wind of change
The world is getting smaller
Could we imagine that we can be as close as brothers
A new sense of the future is in the air
It is felt everywhere, blowing
wind of change
Take me for one second in the magic of the glory night
Where future children will dream with the wind of change
I walk down the street
Memories of the past are in the past
I walk along the Moscow River
To Gorky Park and feel
wind of change
Take me for one second in the magic of the glory night
Where future children will be mechtatv place with us
Let me relive the feeling
Wind of Change
Blowing in the face of time ,
As gale , because of which
Liberty Bell Rings for peace in the minds of people
Let your balalaika sing what
What wants to say my guitar
Let me relive the feeling
