Идя вдоль Москвы-реки
К Парку Горького, я слышу, как дует ветер перемен.
Август. Летняя ночь.
Мимо проходят солдаты, слушая, как дует ветер перемен.
Мир становится теснее.
Разве мы могли подумать, что однажды станем друг другу близкими, как братья?
Мир застыл в ожидании нового,
Всё пропитано этим ощущением, его принёс ветер перемен.
Помоги мне хоть на мгновение окунуться в волшебство той славной ночи,
Где наши дети будут мечтать, овеянные ветром перемен.
Я иду вдоль по улице.
Далёкие воспоминания навсегда остались в прошлом.
Идя вдоль Москвы-реки
К Парку Горького, я слышу, как дует ветер перемен.
Помоги мне хоть на мгновение окунуться в волшебство той славной ночи,
Где наши дети разделят с нами свои мечты.
Помоги мне хоть на мгновение…
Ветер перемен
Дует в лицо времени,
Как штормовой ветер, который заставит зазвенеть
Колокол свободы во имя душевного спокойствия людей.
Пусть ваша балалайка пропоёт о том,
Что хочет сказать моя гитара…
Помоги мне хоть на мгновение…
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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 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...
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Walking along the Moscow River
To Gorky Park , I hear the wind of change .
August. Summer night.
Soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change.
The world is getting smaller .
How could we think that one be so close , like brothers ?
World froze in anticipation of the new ,
Everything is saturated with this feeling , it brought a wind of change .
Take me for a moment to plunge into the magic of the glorious night,
Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change.
I walk along the street.
Distant memories in the past forever .
Walking along the Moscow River
To Gorky Park , I hear the wind of change .
Take me for a moment to plunge into the magic of the glorious night,
Where our children will share with us their dreams.
Take me for a moment ...
Wind of Change
Blowing in the face of time ,
As gale that will ring
Freedom bell for peace of mind .
Let your balalaika crow about
What wants to say my guitar ...
Take me for a moment ...
_____________________________
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 ...
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