heres a litle song for everyone
I follow the Moskva.
Down to Gorky Park.
Listening to the wiiiind, of chaa-a-aange.
An August summer night,
Soldiers passing byy-y....
Listening to the wind, of chaaaa-aa-aaaange
*whistling*
The world is closing in
Did you eever thiiink
That we could be so close, like broooooooootheeers
The future's in the air
I can feel it eeverywheeere
Blowing with, with the wiind of chaa-aa-aaange
Chorus:
Taaaake me to the magic of the moment
On a glooooory night
Where the children of tomorrow, dream awaaaay,
In the wind of chaaange.
mm-mm-mmmm.
Walking down the street
Distant memoooriiiies
Are buried in the past foreeeeeeever
I fallow the Moskva,
Down to Gorky Park,
Listening to the wind of chaaaa-aa-aange.
Taaaaake meeeee, to the magic of the moment,
On a glooooory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Taaaake meeeee, to the magic of the moment,
On a glooooory night,
Where the children of tomorrow, dream awaaaaaaay,
In the wind of chaaaange...
The wind of change blows straight,
Into the face of time!
Like a stormwind that will ring,
The freedom bell, for peace of miiind
Let your balalaika sing,
What my guuitar waaants to saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
*solo*
Taaaaaaaake meee, to the magic of the moment,
On a glooooory night,
Where the children of tomorrow, share their dreeeeeeeeeeams,
With you and meeee.
*whistles*
Taaake meeee, to the magic of the moment!
On a gloooooory niiiight,
Where the children of tomorrow, dream awaaaaaaaaaay!
In the wind of chaaaaaaaaaange...
*whistles for a while*
