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23.12.08 11:46 ╚Wind of Change╩
╚Wind of Change╩
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Wind of Change
I follow the Moskva
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,
and did you ever think
that we could be so close, like brothers?
The future's in the air,
can feel it ev'rywhere,
I'm blowin' 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, mm.
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 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 stormwind that will ring
the freedom bell for peace of mind.
Let your balalaika sing
what my guitar wants to sing.
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.
http://www.playcast.ru/uploads/2008/06/27/610523.mp3Wind of Change
I follow the Moskva
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,
and did you ever think
that we could be so close, like brothers?
The future's in the air,
can feel it ev'rywhere,
I'm blowin' 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, mm.
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 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 stormwind that will ring
the freedom bell for peace of mind.
Let your balalaika sing
what my guitar wants to sing.
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.